It 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 MontgomeryI am well in body although considerably rumpled up in spirit, thank you, ma'am,' said Anne gravely. Then aside to Marilla in an audible whisper, 'There wasn't anything startling in that, was there, Marilla?
Lucy Maud MontgomeryAt seventeen dreams DO satisfy because you think the realities are waiting for you farther on.
Lucy Maud MontgomeryYou have the itch for writing born in you. It's quite incurable. What are you going to do with it?
Lucy Maud MontgomeryShe wanted to be alone - to think things out - to adjust herself, if it were possible, to the new world in which she seemed to have been transplanted with a suddenness and completeness that left her half bewildered to her own identity.
Lucy Maud Montgomery