Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes

People who don't like cats always seem to think there is some peculiar virtue in not liking them.

Do you know, Gilbert, there are times when I strongly suspect that I love you!

But really, Marilla, one can't stay sad very long in such an interesting world, can one?

An old house with its windows gone always makes me think of something dead with its eyes picked out.

God's in His heaven, alls right with the world', whispered Anne softly.

You're never safe from being surprised until you're dead.

When one great passion seizes possession of the soul all other feelings are crowded out.

Anne "felt instinctively" that romance was peeping at her around a corner.

Desire grows by what it feeds on.

Matthew, much to his own surprise, was enjoying himself. Like most quiet folks he liked talkative people when they were willing to do the talking themselves and did not expect him to keep up his end of it.

one reason why I like writing poetry - you can say so many things in it that are true in poetry but wouldn't be true in prose.

Isn't it good just to be alive on a day like this? I pity the people who aren't born yet for missing it.

Most of the trouble in life comes from misunderstanding, I think,' said Anne.

Everything that's worth having is some trouble.

I was very much provoked. Of course, I knew there are no fairies; but that needn't prevent my thinking there is.

But there is always a November space after the leaves have fallen when she felt it was almost indecent to intrude on the woods…for their glory terrestrial had departed and their glory celestial of spirit and purity and whiteness had not yet come upon them.

Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one’s life with pomp and blare, like a gay knight riding down; perhaps it crept to one’s side like an old friend through quiet ways; perhaps it revealed itself in seeming prose, until some sudden shaft of illumination flung athwart its pages betrayed the rhythm and the music, perhaps . . . perhaps . . . love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath.

There are a great many people who do not understand things so there is no use in telling them.

One can't get over the habit of being a little girl all at once.

Some people go through life trying to find out what the world holds for them only to find out too late that it's what they bring to the world that really counts.

That is one good thing about this world - there are always sure to be more springs.

Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.

Gilbert put his arm about them. 'Oh, you mothers!' he said. 'You mothers! God knew what He was about when He made you.

I have learned to look upon each little hindrance as a jest and each great one as a foreshadowing of victory.

March came in that winter like the meekest and mildest of lambs, bringing days that were crisp and golden and tingling, each followed by a frosty pink twilight which gradually lost itself in an elfland of moonshine.

I believe I've put forth a tiny soul-root into Kingsport soil this afternoon. I hope so. I hate to feel transplanted.

It is ever so much easier to be good if your clothes are fashionable.

In everything you do aim to excel for what is worth doing is worth doing well

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.

Anne laughed and sighed. She felt very old and mature and wise — which showed how young she was.

I love pretty things; and I hate to look in the glass and see something that isn't pretty. It makes me feel so sorrowful—just as I feel when I look at any ugly thing. I pity it because it isn't beautiful.

The trouble with you people is that you don't laugh enough.

Gossip lies nine times and tells a half truth the tenth.

The world looks like something God had just imaged for his own pleasure, doesn't it?

True friends are always together in spirit.

But just think what a dull world it would be if everyone was sensible,' pleaded Anne.

Oh Marilla, looking forward to things is half the pleasure of them," exclaimed Anne.

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.

She 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.

Anne’s horizons had closed in since the night she had sat there after coming home from Queen’s; but if the path set before her feet was to be narrow she knew that flowers of quiet happiness would bloom along it. The joys of sincere work and worthy aspiration and congenial friendship were to be hers; nothing could rob her of her birthright of fancy or her ideal world of dreams. And there was always the bend in the road!

Night is beautiful when you are happy--comforting when you are in grief--terrible when you are lonely and unhappy.

But was anything in life, Anne asked herself wearily, like one's imagination of it?

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.

Anne came dancing home in the purple winter twilight across the snowy places.

There is such a place as fairyland - but only children can find the way to it...until they have grown so old that they forget the way. Only a few, who remain children at heart, can ever find that fair, lost path again...The world calls them singers and poets and artists and story-tellers; but they are just people who have never forgotten the way to fairyland.

All that Ruby said was so horribly true, she was leaving everything she cared for. She had laid up her treasures on earth only. She had lived solely for the little things of life, the things that pass, forgetting the great things that go onward into eternity bridging the gulf between the two lives and making of death a mere passing of one dwelling to the other. From twilight to unclouded day. ...it was no wonder her soul clung in blind helplessness to the only things she knew and loved.

Tomorrow is always fresh, with no mistakes in it.