Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes - Page 7

Make a little room in your plans for romance again, Anne, girl. All the degrees and scholarships in the world can’t make up for the lack of it. ~Aunt Josephine to Anne in Anne Of Green Gables

Night is beautiful when you are happy--comforting when you are in grief--terrible when you are lonely and unhappy.

Who would endure life if it were not for the hope of death?

Do you know what I think Mayflowers are, Marilla? I think they must be the souls of the flowers that died last summer, and this is their heaven.

I don't know which is worse - to have somebody you DON'T like ask you to marry him or NOT have some one you DO like. Both are rather unpleasant.

Don't try to write anything you can't feel - it will be a failure - 'echoes nothing worth

A broken heart in real life isn't half as dreadful as it is in books. It's a good deal like a bad tooth, though you won't think THAT a very romantic simile. It takes spells of aching and gives you a sleepless night now and then, but between times it lets you enjoy life and dreams and echoes and peanut candy as if there were nothing the matter with it.

They keep coming up new all the time - things to perplex you, you know. You settle one question and there's another right after. There are so many things to be thought over and decided when you're beginning to grow up. It keeps me busy all the time thinking them over and deciding what's right. It's a serious thing to grow up, isn't it, Marilla?

The world calls them its singers and poets and artists and storytellers; but they are just people who have never forgotten the way to fairyland.

It was rapture enough just to sit there beside him in silence, alone in the summer night in the white splendor of moonshine, with the wind blowing down on them out of the pine woods.

I doubt if I shall ever have time to read the book again -- there are too many new ones coming out all the time which I want to read. Yet an old book has something for me which no new book can ever have -- for at every reading the memories and atmosphere of other readings come back and I am reading old years as well as an old book.

Few things in Avonlea ever escaped Mrs. Lynde. It was only that morning Anne had said, "If you went to your own room at midnight, locked the door, pulled down the blind, and sneezed, Mrs. Lynde would ask you the next day how your cold was!

Wouldn't it be nice if roses could talk? I'm sure they could tell us such lovely things.

Without shedding of blood there is no anything. Everything, it seems to me, has to be purchased by selfsacrifice. Our race has marked every step of its painful ascent with blood. And now torrents of it must flow again.

She looked like a head-on collision between a fashion plate and a nightmare.

I don't know that she is as amusing as she was when she was a child, but she makes me love her and I like people who make me love them. It saves me so much trouble in making myself love them.

There is no such thing as freedom on earth," he said. "Only different kinds of bondages. And comparative bondages. YOU think you are free now because you've escaped from a peculiarly unbreakable kind of bondage. But are you? You love me - THAT'S a bondage.

God's in His heaven, alls right with the world', whispered Anne softly.

Those who can soar to the highest heights can also plunge to the deepest depths and the natures which enjoy most keenly are those which also suffer most sharply.

Isn't it good just to be alive on a day like this? I pity the people who aren't born yet for missing it.

A cold in the head in June is an immoral thing.

Secrets are generally terrible. Beauty is not often hidden — only ugliness and deformity.

I've always loved the night and I'll like lying awake and thinking over everything in life, past, present and to come. Especially to come.

I'm really a very happy, contented little person in spite of my broken heart.

All life lessons are not learned at college,'she thought. Life teaches them everywhere.