Quotes About L.M. Montgomery

I suppose it was a romantic was to perish... for a mouse

Satirize wickedness if you must--but pity weakness.

It's the fools that make all the trouble in the world, not the wicked.

In her present mood of self-disgust, she could not immediately begin dreaming again. And she discovered that, while solitude with dreams is glorious, solitude without them has few charms.

P.S.2. I have put in a new pen. And I love you because you aren't pompous like Dr. Carter . . . and I love you because you haven't got sticky-out ears like Johnny. And . . . the very best reason of all . . . I love you for just being Gilbert!

There is a man in Bolingbroke who lisps and always testifies in prayer-meeting. He says, 'If you can't thine like an electric thtar thine like a candlethtick.

And I have such a cold in the head—I can do nothing but sniffle, sigh and sneeze. Isn't that alliterative agony for you?

Did she think ginger cookies a substitute for impassioned longings and mad, wild, glamorous adventures?

Ilse] was suffering so keenly that she wanted to arraign the universe at the bar of her pain.

Lawful heart, did any one ever see such freckles? And hair as red as carrots!

A child who was more or less under-nourished -- not in body, but in soul. More of a moonbeam than a sunbeam.

There's no men like that nowadays. This is a degenerate age, Miss Shirley." "Homer said the same thing eight hundred years, B.C.," smiled Anne.

Anne was a sweet-souled lass, but she could instill some venom into innocent italics when occasion required. "What

I've no doubt, enjoying himself same as ever. Just like a man.

Anne was sitting on the steps, her hands clasped over her knee, looking, in the kind dusk, as girlish as a mother of many has any right to be; and the beautiful gray-green eyes, gazing down the harbour road, were as full of unquenchable sparkle and dream as ever.

The other day I found this statement in a book. 'Her voice would have made the multiplication table charming!' I thought of it when I heard yours. I didn't believe it before, but I do now.

By a Free Methodist!" groaned Mrs. Frederick — as if to have been married by an imprisoned Methodist would have been a shade less disgraceful.

It was nearly as long as a minister's and so poetical.

When I wake up in the night and cannot go to sleep again, remarked Susan, who was knitting and reading at the same time, I pass the moments by torturing the Kaiser to death. Last night I fried him in boiling oil and a great comfort it was to me, remembering those Belgian babies.

John Meredith paced up and down the parlour for a few minutes; then he went back to his study and sat down. But he did not return to his German theology.

It's not the first time I've been glad," retorted Marilla. "You do like to rub things in, Matthew Cuthbert.

Well, we could have a jolly funeral, you know, said Dan. We looked at him in such horror that Dan hastened to apologize.

In the evening we went to the opera to see 'The Little Minister'. It was good but not nearly so good as the book. I don't care for dramatized novels. They always jar on my preconceptions of the characters.

Here sat Marilla Cuthbert, when she sat at all, always slightly distrustful of sunshine, which seemed to her too dancing and irresponsible a thing for a world which was meant to be taken seriously;