Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes

It is a strange thing to read a letter after the writer is dead - a bitter-sweet thing, in which pain and comfort are strangely mingled.

It's delightful when your imaginations come true, isn't it?

We must have ideals and try to live up to them, even if we never quite succeed. Life would be a sorry business without them. With them it's grand and great.

That's all the freedom we canhope for - the freedom to choose our prison. [...]

She had...the glimmerings of a sense of humour - which is simply another name for a sense of the fitness of things.

[she] had a great reputation for unselfishness because she was always giving up a lot of things she didn't want.

To dispair is to turn your back on God.

Proverbs are all very fine when there's nothing to worry you, but when you're in real trouble, they're not a bit of help.

It was three o'clock in the morning – the wisest and most accursed hour of the clock. But sometimes it sets us free.

My pen shall heal, not hurt.

When I left Queen's my future seemed to stretch out before me like a straight road. I thought I could see along it for many a milestone. Now there is a bend in it. I don't know what lies around the bend, but I'm going to believe that the best does.

I've always loved the night and I'll like lying awake and thinking over everything in life, past, present and to come. Especially to come.

It's so dreadful to have nothing to love - life is so empty - and there's nothing worse than emptiness.

Nobody can keep on being angry if she looks into the heart of a pansy for a little while.

Welcome, Anne. I thought you'd come today. You belong to the afternoon so it brought you. Things that belong together are sure to come together. What a lot of trouble that would save some people if they only knew it. But they don't...and so they waste beautiful energy moving heaven and earth to bring things together that don't belong.

We ought always to try to influence others for good.

A broken heart in real life isn't half as dreadful as it is in books. It's a good deal like a bad tooth, though you won't think THAT a very romantic simile. It takes spells of aching and gives you a sleepless night now and then, but between times it lets you enjoy life and dreams and echoes and peanut candy as if there were nothing the matter with it.

I can just imagine myself sitting down at the head of the table and pouring out the tea," said Anne, shutting her eyes ecstatically. "And asking Diana if she takes sugar! I know she doesn't but of course I'll ask her just as if I didn't know.

I've always held that early marriage is a sure indication of second-rate goods that had to be sold in a hurry." - Martin Harris

Gilbert, I'm afraid I'm scandalously in love with you.

Perhaps. . .love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath.

It does not do to laugh at the pangs of youth. They are very terrible because youth has not yet learned that 'this, too, will pass away.

I've just been imagining that it was really me you wanted after all and that I was to stay here for ever and ever. It was a great comfort while it lasted. But the worst of imagining things is that the time comes when you have to stop and that hurts.

It's not what the world holds for you. It's what you bring to it.

If you can't be cheerful, be as cheerful as you can.

She looks just as music sounds, I think,' answered Anne.

Houses are like people - some you like and some you don't like - and once in a while there is one you love.

A good laugh is as good as a prayer sometimes.

trees, unlike so many humans, always improve on acquaintance. No matter how much you like them at the start you are sure to like them much better further on, and best of all when you have known them for years and enjoyed intercourse with them in all seasons.

Fear is the original sin. Almost all of the evil in the world has its origin in the fact that some one is afraid of something.It is a cold slimy serpent coiling about you. It is horrible to live with fear; and it is of all things degrading.

Rilla's heart skipped a beat — or, if that be a physiological impossibility, she thought it did.

The only thing I envy about a cat is its purr," remarked Dr. Blythe once, listening to Doc's resonant melody. "It is the most contented sound in the world.

My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.

Blessings be the inventor of the alphabet, pen and printing press! Life would be -- to me in all events -- a terrible thing without books.

Anne: "But have you ever noticed one encouraging thing about me, Marilla? I never make the same mistake twice". Marilla: "I don't know as that's much benefit when you're always making new ones".

When people mean to be good to you, you don't mind very much when they're not quite—always.

I'm always sorry when pleasant things end. Something still pleasanter may come after, but you can never be sure.

Heaven grant me patience! Clothes are very important," said Anne severely

If we don't chase things, sometimes the things following us can catch up." -L.M. Montgomery

I wonder if it will be—can be—any more beautiful than this,’ murmured Anne, looking around her with the loving, enraptured eyes of those to whom ‘home’ must always be the loveliest spot in the world, no matter what fairer lands may lie under alien stars.

Our sacrifice is greater than his," cried Rilla passionately. "Our boys give only themselves. We give them.

All life lessons are not learned at college,'she thought. Life teaches them everywhere.

A favor is never so long-lived as a grudge.

Good night, belovedest. Your sleep will be sweet if there is any influences in the wishes of your own.

You'd find it easier to be bad than good if you had red hair," said Anne reproachfully. "People who haven't red hair don't know what trouble is.

We pay a price for everything we get or take in this world; and although ambitions are well worth having, they are not to be cheaply won, but exact their dues of work and self denial, anxiety and discouragement.

Valancy herself had never quite relinquished a certain pitiful, shamed, little hope that Romance would come her way yet - never, until this wet, horrible morning, when she wakened to the fact that she was twenty-nine and unsought by any man. Ay, there lay the sting. Valancy did not mind so much being an old maid. After all, she thought, being an old maid couldn’t possibly be as dreadful as being married to an Uncle Wellignton or an Uncle Benjamin, or even an Uncle Herbert. What hurt her was that she had never had a chance to be anything but an old maid.

She suddenly found herself laughing without bitterness.