Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes - Page 12

There was no mistaking her sincerity--it breathed in every tone of her voice. Both Marilla and Mrs. Lynde recognized its unmistakable ring. But the former understood in dismay that Anne was actually enjoying her valley of humiliation--was reveling in the thoroughness of her abasement. Where was the wholesome punishment upon which she, Marilla, had plumed herself? Anne had turned it into a species of positive pleasure.

Steal not this book for fear of shame For on it is the owners name And when you die the Lord will say Where is the book you stole away And when you say you do not know The Lord will say go down below.

I wonder what a soul…a person's soul…would look like,' said Priscilla dreamily. 'Like that, I should think,' answered Anne, pointing to a radiance of sifted sunlight streaming through a birch tree. 'Only with shape and features of course. I like to fancy souls as being made of light. And some are all shot through with rosy stains and quivers…and some have a soft glitter like moonlight on the sea…and some are pale and transparent like mist at dawn.

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

One can't get over the habit of being a little girl all at once.

Don't you just love poetry that gives you a crinkly feeling up and down your back?

Perhaps. . .love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath.

But she had long ago learned that when she wandered into the realm of fancy she must go alone. The way to it was by an enchanted path where not even her dearest might follow her.

What care I if it be "wild and improbable" and "lacking in literary art"? I refuse to be any longer hampered by such canons of criticism. The one essential thing I demand of a book is that it should interest me. If it does, I forgive it every other fault.

Gilbert, I'm afraid I'm scandalously in love with you.

War was a hellish, horrible hideous thing - too horrible and hideous to happen in the twentieth century between civilised nations.

I'm not a bit changed - not really. I'm only just pruned down and branched out. The real me - back here - is just the same.

Don't look at me so sorrowfully and so disapprovingly, dearest. I can't be sober and serious - everything looks so rosy and rainbowy to me.

I heard someone say once that the years from fifteen to nineteen are the best years in a girl's life.

You must pay the penalty of growing-up, Paul. You must leave fairyland behind you.

Some nights are like honey - and some like wine - and some like wormwood.

It is when my umbrella turns inside out that I am convinced of the total depravity of inanimate things.

I am well in body although considerable rumpled up in spirit.

There must be a limit to the mistakes one person can make, and when I get to the end of them, then I'll be through with them. That's a comforting thought

Nobody can keep on being angry if she looks into the heart of a pansy for a little while.

Death grows friendlier as we grow older.

You're never safe from being surprised until you're dead.

I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers. It would be terrible if we just skipped from September to November, wouldn't it?

The only true animal is a cat, and the only true cat is a gray cat.

Don't you know that it is only very foolish folk who talk sense all the time?