Dear old world', she murmured, 'you are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in you.
Lucy Maud MontgomeryIn daylight I belong to the world . . . in the night to sleep and eternity. But in the dusk I'm free from both and belong only to myself . . . and you
Lucy Maud MontgomeryDon't try to write anything you can't feel - it will be a failure - 'echoes nothing worth
Lucy Maud MontgomeryIt was in the spring that Josephine and I had first loved each other, or, at least, had first come into the full knowledge that we loved. I think that we must have loved each other all our lives, and that each succeeding spring was a word in the revelation of that love, not to be understood until, in the fullness of time, the whole sentence was written out in that most beautiful of all beautiful springs.
Lucy Maud MontgomeryHe had also the reputation of being a bit of a lady killer. But that probably accrued to him from his possession of a laughing, velvety voice which no girl could hear without a heartbeat, and a dangerous way of listening as if she were saying something that he had longed all his life to hear.
Lucy Maud Montgomery