Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes - Page 3

There isn't any such thing as an ordinary life. (92)

There are a great many people who do not understand things so there is no use in telling them.

Of all the uncertain things marriage is the uncertainest.

I have learned to look upon each little hindrance as a jest and each great one as a foreshadowing of victory.

If you can't be cheerful, be as cheerful as you can.

She had a way of embroidering life with stars.

It is never quite safe to think we have done with life. When we imagine we have finished our story fate has a trick of turning the page and showing us yet another chapter.

Dear old world', she murmured, 'you are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in you.

Their happiness was in each others keeping, and both were unafraid.

The trouble with you people is that you don't laugh enough.

Gossip, as usual, was one-third right and two-thirds wrong.

let's not borrow trouble. The rate of interest is too high.

Whenever you looked forward to anything pleasant you were sure to be more or less disappointed . . . perhaps that is true. But there is a good side to it too. The bad things don't always come up to your expectations either . . . they nearly always turn out ever so much better than you think.

Trees have as much individuality as human beings. Not even two spruces are alike. There is always some kink or curve or bend of bough to single each one out from its fellows.

The woods are never solitary — they are full of whispering, beckoning, friendly life. But the sea is a mighty soul, forever moaning of some great, unshareable sorrow, which shuts it up into itself for all eternity. We can never pierce its infinite mystery — we may only wander, awed and spellbound, on the outer fringe of it. The woods call to us with a hundred voices, but the sea has one only — a mighty voice.

It was November--the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines. Anne roamed through the pineland alleys in the park and, as she said, let that great sweeping wind blow the fogs out of her soul.

Twilight drops her curtain down, and pins it with a star.

A house isn't a home without the ineffable contentment of a cat with its tail folded about its feet. A cat gives mystery, charm, suggestion.

it would be lovely to sleep in a wild cherry-tree all white with bloom in the moonshine

She wanted to be alone - to think things out - to adjust herself, if it were possible, to the new world in which she seemed to have been transplanted with a suddenness and completeness that left her half bewildered to her own identity.

It has always seemed to me. ever since early childhood, amid all the commonplaces of life, i was very near to a kingdom of ideal beauty. Between it and me hung only a thin veil. I could never draw it quite aside, but sometimes a wind fluttered it and I caught a glimpse of the enchanting realms beyond-only a glimpse-but those glimpses have always made life worthwhile.

I couldn't live where there were no trees--something vital in me would starve.

A plate of apples, an open fire, and a jolly good book are a fair substitute for heaven.

Nasturtiums, who colored you, you wonderful, glowing things? You must have been fashioned out of summer sunsets.

To love is easy and therefore common - but to understand - how rare it is!