Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes - Page 5

...the sorrows God sent us brought comfort and strength with them, while the sorrows we brought on ourselves, through folly or wickedness, were by far the hardest to bear.

I'm just tired of everything…even of the echoes. There is nothing in my life but echoes…echoes of lost hopes and dreams and joys. They're beautiful and mocking.

It's bad enough to feel insignificant, but it's unbearable to have it grained into your soul that you will never, can never, be anything but insignificant.

But just think what a dull world it would be if everyone was sensible,' pleaded Anne.

Life, deal gently with her ... Love, never desert her

It does not do to laugh at the pangs of youth. They are very terrible because youth has not yet learned that 'this, too, will pass away.

Isn't it better to have your heart broken than to have it wither up? Before it could be broken it must have felt something splendid. That would be worth the pain.

I have a dream," he said slowly. "I persist in dreaming it, although it has often seemed to me that it could never come true. I dream of a home with a hearth-fire in it, a cat and dog, the footsteps of friends -- and YOU!

I'd like to add some beauty to life," said Anne dreamily. "I don't exactly want to make people KNOW more... though I know that IS the noblest ambition... but I'd love to make them have a pleasanter time because of me... to have some little joy or happy thought that would never have existed if I hadn't been born.

It was really dreadful to be so different from other people…and yet rather wonderful, too, as if you were a being strayed from another star.

The world looks like something God had just imaged for his own pleasure, doesn't it?

And if you couldn't be loved, the next best thing was to be let alone.

…always felt the pain of her friends so keenly that she could not speak easy, fluent words of comforting. Besides, she remembered how well-meant speeches had hurt her in her own sorrow and was afraid.

Blessings be the inventor of the alphabet, pen and printing press! Life would be -- to me in all events -- a terrible thing without books.

Besides, I've been feeling a little blue — just a pale, elusive azure. It isn't serious enough for anything darker.

We must have ideals and try to live up to them, even if we never quite succeed. Life would be a sorry business without them. With them it's grand and great.

[she] had a great reputation for unselfishness because she was always giving up a lot of things she didn't want.

It makes you feel very virtuous when you forgive people, doesn't it?

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

Have you ever noticed that when people say it is their duty to tell you a certain thing you may prepare for something disagreeable? Why is it that they never seem to think it a duty to tell you the pleasant things they hear about you?

I feel as if I had opened a book and found roses of yesterday sweet and fragrant, between its leaves.

I can't help flying up on the wings of anticipation. It's as glorious as soaring through a sunset... almost pays for the thud.

But it ain't our feelings we have to steer by through life--no, no, we'd make shipwreck mighty often if we did that. There's only the one safe compass and we've got to set our course by that--what it's right to do.

Gossip lies nine times and tells a half truth the tenth.

That is one consolation when you are poor—there are so many more things you can imagine about.