Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes

I believe flowers have souls. I have known roses that I expect to meet in heaven.

It's as easy to give away a million as a hundred if you have not got either.

the little things in life often make more trouble than the big things.

It's been my experience that you can nearly always enjoy things if you make up your mind firmly that you will.

Satirize wickedness if you must--but pity weakness.

it would be lovely to sleep in a wild cherry-tree all white with bloom in the moonshine

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

It takes all sorts of people to make a world, as I've often heard, but I think there are some who could be spared,' Anne told her reflection in the east gable mirror that night.

It is when my umbrella turns inside out that I am convinced of the total depravity of inanimate things.

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

Gilbert darling, don't let's ever be afraid of things. It's such dreadful slavery. Let's be daring and adventurous and expectant. Let's dance to meet life and all it can bring to us, even if it brings scads of trouble and typhoid and twins!" (Anne to Gilbert)

You were never poor as long as you had something to love.

I can't help flying up on the wings of anticipation. It's as glorious as soaring through a sunset... almost pays for the thud.

I wonder what it would be like to live in a world where it was always June.

Whenever you looked forward to anything pleasant you were sure to be more or less disappointed . . . perhaps that is true. But there is a good side to it too. The bad things don't always come up to your expectations either . . . they nearly always turn out ever so much better than you think.

But I believe I rather like superstitious people. They lend color to life. Wouldn't it be a rather drab world if everybody was wise and sensible . . . and good? What would we find to talk about?

Oh, we're very careful, Marilla. And it's so interesting. Two flashes means, "Are you there?" Three means "yes" and four "no." Five means, "Come over as soon as possible, because I have something important to reveal." Diana has just signalled five flashes, and I'm really suffering to know what it is.

There might be some hours of loneliness. But there was something wonderful even in loneliness. At least you belonged to yourself when you were lonely.

Nasturtiums, who colored you, you wonderful, glowing things? You must have been fashioned out of summer sunsets.

Oh, sometimes I think it is of no use to make friends. They only go out of your life after awhile and leave a hurt that is worse than the emptiness before they came.

But [sorrows] won't get the better of you if you face 'em together with love and trust. You can weather any storm with them two for compass and pilot.

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

Why did dusk and fir-scent and the afterglow of autumnal sunsets make people say absurd things?

Nobody whom this war has touched will ever be happy again in quite the same way. But it will be a better happiness, I think, little sister - a happiness we've earned.

She had never before minded being alone. Now she dreaded it. When she was alone now she felt so dreadfully alone.

I have a little brown cocoon of an idea that may possibly expand into a magnificent moth of fulfilment.

Despair is a free man--hope is a slave.

War was a hellish, horrible hideous thing - too horrible and hideous to happen in the twentieth century between civilised nations.

Because when you are imagining, you might as well imagine something worth while.

People who are different from other people are always called peculiar,' said Anne.

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

The night was clear and frosty, all ebony of shadow and silver of snowy slope; big stars were shining over the silent fields; here and there the dark pointed firs stood up with snow powdering their branches and the wind whistling through them.

It was November--the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines. Anne roamed through the pineland alleys in the park and, as she said, let that great sweeping wind blow the fogs out of her soul.

Life owes me something more than it has paid me and I'm going out to collect it.

It's bad enough to feel insignificant, but it's unbearable to have it grained into your soul that you will never, can never, be anything but insignificant.

She had looked her duty courageously in the face and found it a friend - as duty ever is when we meet it frankly.

I am quite likely to re-act to the opposite extreme - to feel rapturously that the world is beautiful and mere existence something to thank God for. I suppose our 'blues' are the price we have to pay for our temperament. 'The gods don't allow us to be in their debt.' They give us sensitiveness to beauty in all its forms but the shadow of the gift goes with it.

Nothing worth while is every easy come by.

People laugh at me because I use big words. But if you have big ideas, you have to use big words to express them, haven't you?

Thank goodness, we can choose our friends. We have to take our relatives as they are, and be thankful.

Folks that has brought up children know that there's no hard and fast method in the world that'll suit every child. But them as never have think it's all as plain and easy as Rule of Three—just set your three terms down so fashion, and the sum'll work out correct.