Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes - Page 9

Nathan always believed his wife was trying to poison him but he didn't seem to mind. He said it made life kind of exciting.

I've a pocket full of dreams to sell," said Teddy, whimsically,... "What d'ye lack? What d'ye lack? A dream of success--a dream of adventure--a dream of the sea--a dream of the woodland--any kind of a dream you want at reasonable prices, including one or two unique little nightmares. What will you give me for a dream?

It always amazes me to look at the little, wrinkled brown seeds and think of the rainbows in 'em," said Captain Jim. "When I ponder on them seeds I don't find it nowise hard to believe that we've got souls that'll live in other worlds. You couldn't hardly believe there was life in them tiny things, some no bigger than grains of dust, let alone colour and scent, if you hadn't seen the miracle, could you?

I don't really care what people think about me if they don't let me see it.

I hate to lend a book I love...it never seems quite the same when it comes back to me.

Doesn't matter what a person's name is as long as he behaves himself.

Proverbs are all very fine when there's nothing to worry you, but when you're in real trouble, they're not a bit of help.

How wicked I was to wish that something dramatic would happen!' she thought. 'Oh, if we could only have those dear, monotonous, pleasant days back again! I would *never* grumble about them again.

trees, unlike so many humans, always improve on acquaintance. No matter how much you like them at the start you are sure to like them much better further on, and best of all when you have known them for years and enjoyed intercourse with them in all seasons.

…determined to enjoy her luxury of grief uncomforted.

It is a strange thing to read a letter after the writer is dead - a bitter-sweet thing, in which pain and comfort are strangely mingled.

But I just went to work and imagined that I had on the most beautiful pale blue silk dress - because when you are imagining you might as well imagine something worth while.

It's so dreadful to have nothing to love - life is so empty - and there's nothing worse than emptiness.

Words aren't made — they grow,' said Anne.

It will come sometime. Some beautiful morning she will just wake up and find it is Tomorrow. Not Today but Tomorrow. And then things will happen ... wonderful things.

Fairyland is the loveliest word because it means everything the human heart desires.

I don't know, I don't want to talk as much. (...) It's nicer to think dear, pretty thoughts and keep them in one's heart, like treasures. I don't like to have them laughed at or wondered over.

And he wrote, "When the moon rises tonight think of me and I'll think of you.

Why is it that the nicest things never are healthy?

Youth is not a vanished thing but something that dwells forever in the heart.

It's so hard to get up again—although of course the harder it is the more satisfaction you have when you do get up, haven't you?

I wonder why people so commonly suppose that if two individuals are both writers they must therefore be hugely congenial.

When people ask me what on earth I want to keep two cats for I tell them I keep them to do my resting for me.

…I think,' concluded Anne, hitting on a very vital truth, 'that we always love best the people who need us.

There is another bend in the road after this. No one knows what will happen.