Behind them in the garden the little stone house brooded among the shadows. It was lonely but not forsaken. It had not yet done with dreams and laughter and the joy of life; there were to be future summers for the little stone house; meanwhile, it could wait. And over the river in purple durance the echoes bided their time.
Lucy Maud MontgomeryI wonder why people so commonly suppose that if two individuals are both writers they must therefore be hugely congenial.
Lucy Maud MontgomeryI'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.
Lucy Maud MontgomeryWe are both going to pray that we may live together all our lives and die the same day.
Lucy Maud MontgomeryMrs. Spencer said it was wicked of me to talk like that, but I didnโt mean to be wicked. Itโs so easy to be wicked without knowing it, isnโt it?
Lucy Maud Montgomery