Quotes from L. M. Montgomery

Isn't it splendid to think of all the things there are to find out about? It just makes me feel glad to be alive- it's such an interesting world.

It is ever so much easier to be good if your clothes are fashionable.

You'd find it easier to be bad than good if you had red hair.

Why did dusk and fir-scent and the afterglow of autumnal sunsets make people say absurd things?

Anyone who has gumption knows what it is, and anyone who hasn't can never know what it is. So there is no need of defining it.

Mrs. Lynde says, 'Blessed are they who expect nothing for they shall not be disappointed.

Gilbert took from his desk a little pink candy heart with a gold motto on it, "You are sweet," and slipped it under the curve of Anne's arm. Whereupon Anne arose, took the pink heart gingerly between the tips of her fingers, dropped it on the floor, ground it to powder beneath her heel, and resumed her position without deigning to bestow a glance on Gilbert.

If Gilbert had been asked to describe his ideal woman the description would have answered point for point to Anne … He had made up his mind, also, that his future must be worthy of its goddess. … But he meant to keep himself worthy of Anne's friendship and perhaps some distant day her love; and he watched over word and thought and deed as jealously as if her clear eyes were to pass in judgment on it.

Girls, sometimes I feel as if those exams mean everything, but when I look at the big buds swelling on those chestnut trees and the misty blue air at the end of the streets they don't seem half so important.

I'd like to add some beauty to life . . . I'd love for people to have some little joy or happy thought that would never have existed if I hadn't been born.

One can't stay sad very long in such an interesting world, can one?

I wonder why people so commonly suppose that if two individuals are both writers they must therefore be hugely congenial, said Anne, rather scornfully. Nobody would expect two blacksmiths to be violently attracted toward each other merely because they were both blacksmiths.

I've had a splendid time and I feel that it marks an epoch in my life. But the best of it all was the coming home.

I think it's something like Mr. Peter Sloane and the octogenarians. The other evening Mrs. Sloane was reading a newspaper ans she said to Mr. Sloane 'I see here that another octogenarian has just died. What is an Octogenarian, Peter?' And Mr. Sloane said he didn't know, but they must be very sickly creatures, for you never heard tell of them but they were dying.

Mrs. Hammon told me that God made my hair red on purpose and I haven't card for him since.

Mrs Lynde says, Blessed are they who expect nothing, for they shall not be disappointed. But I think it would be worse to expect nothing than to be disappointed.

Young men are all very well in their place, but it doesn't do to drag them into everything, does it? Diana and I are thinking seriously of promising each other that we will never marry but be nice old maids and live together forever

I think we all experience the same thing. We resent the thought that anything can please us when someone we love is no longer here to share the pleasure with us, and we almost feel as if we were unfaithful to our sorrow when we find our interest in life returning to us.

Anne talked Matthew and Marilla half-deaf over her discoveries. Not that Matthew complained, to be sure; he listened to it all with a wordless smile of enjoyment on his face; Marilla permitted the chatter until she found herself becoming too interested in it, whereupon she always promptly quenched Anne by a curt command to hold her tongue.

I think you had better learn to control that imagination of yours,Anne, if you can't distinguish between what is real and what isnt.

when people mean to be good to you, you don't mind very much when they're not quite--always.

I think it is because I have a habit, when I am bored or disgusted with people of stepping suddenly into my own world and shutting the door. People resent this -- I suppose it is only natural to resent a door being shut in your face. They call it slyness when it is only self-defense.

It's so easy to be happy on a day like this.

There was a milk-white, pulsating star just over one of them, like a living pearl on a silver-green lake.