Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes

But if you call me Anne, please call me Anne with an 'e'.

You are the only person who loves me in the world," said Elizabeth. "When you talk to me I smell violets.

Human nature is not obliged to be consistent.

We don't know where we're going, but isn't is fun to go?

Why is it that the nicest things never are healthy?

Maples are such sociable trees ... They're always rustling and whispering to you.

I can't cheer up — I don't want to cheer up. It's nicer to be miserable!

Do you think amethysts can be the souls of good violets?

Cakes have such a terrible habit of turning out bad just when you especially want them to be good.

There are plenty of people, in Avonlea and out of it, who can attend closely to their neighbours' business by dint of neglecting their own; but Mrs. Rachel Lynde was one of those capable creatures who can manage their own concerns and those of other folks into the bargain.

You'll never write anything that really satisfies you though it may satisfy other people.

Marilla felt more embarrassed than ever. She had intended to teach Anne the childish classic, "Now I lay me down to sleep." But she had, as I have told you, the glimmerings of a sense of humor--which is simply another name for a sense of the fitness of things; and it suddenly occurred to her that simple little prayer, sacred to the white-robed childhood lisping at motherly knees, was entirely unsuited to this freckled witch of a girl who knew and cared nothing about God's love, since she had never had it translated to her through the medium of human love.

It's the fools that make all the trouble in the world, not the wicked.

Why must people kneel down to pray? If I really wanted to pray I’ll tell you what I'd do. I'd go out into a great big field all alone or in the deep, deep woods and I'd look up into the sky—up—up—up—into that lovely blue sky that looks as if there was no end to its blueness. And then I'd just feel a prayer.

I'm not a bit changed - not really. I'm only just pruned down and branched out. The real me - back here - is just the same.

Being frightened of things is worse than the things themselves.

All in all, it was a never-to-be-forgotten summer — one of those summers which come seldom into any life, but leave a rich heritage of beautiful memories in their going — one of those summers which, in a fortunate combination of delightful weather, delightful friends and delightful doing, come as near to perfection as anything can come in this world.

I've had a splendid time," she concluded happily, "and I feel that it marks an epoch in my life. But the best of it all was the coming home.

Do you know what I think Mayflowers are, Marilla? I think they must be the souls of the flowers that died last summer, and this is their heaven.

Fancies are like shadows...you can't cage them, they're such wayward, dancing things.

You'd find it easier to be bad than good if you had red hair." — Anne Shirley

Fear is a vile thing, and is at the bottom of almost every wrong and hatred of the world.

Nobody is ever too old to dream. And dreams never grow old.

I've come home in love with loneliness

Anyone who has gumption knows what it is, and anyone who hasn’t can never know what it is. So there is no need of defining it.

That is one consolation when you are poor—there are so many more things you can imagine about.

If a kiss could be seen I think it would look like a violet.

Diana: "I wish I were rich, and I could spend the whole summer at a hotel, eating ice cream and chicken salad." Anne: "You know something, Diana? We are rich. We have sixteen years to our credit, and we both have wonderful imaginations. We should be as happy as queens." [gestures to the setting sun] Anne Shirley: "Look at that. You couldn't enjoy its loveliness more if you had ropes of diamonds.

Dramatic things always have a bitterness for some one.

There was something in her movements that made you think she never walked but always danced.

I feel as though someone's handed me the moon... and I don't exactly know what to do with it.

I wouldn't want to marry anybody who was wicked, but I think I'd like it if he could be wicked and wouldn't.

There are so many unpleasant things in the world already that there is no use in imagining any more.

She will love deeply--suffer terribly--she will have glorious moments to compensate.

Never be silent with persons you love and distrust," Mr. Carpenter had said once. "Silence betrays.

a few italics really do relieve your feelings.

Few things in Avonlea ever escaped Mrs. Lynde. It was only that morning Anne had said, "If you went to your own room at midnight, locked the door, pulled down the blind, and sneezed, Mrs. Lynde would ask you the next day how your cold was!

One June evening, when the orchards were pink-blossomed again, when the frogs were singing silverly sweet in the marshes about the head of the Lake of Shining Waters, and the air was full of the savor of clover fields and balsamic fir woods, Anne was sitting by her gable window. She had been studying her lessons, but it had grown too dark to see the book, so she had fallen into wide-eyed reverie, looking out past the boughs of the Snow Queen, once more bestarred with its tufts of blossom.

Even when I'm alone I have real good company — dreams and imaginations and pretendings. I like to be alone now and then, just to think over things and taste them. But I love friendships — and nice, jolly little times with people.

Since ever the world was spinning And till the world shall end You've your man in the beginning Or you have him in the end, But to have him from start to finish And neither nor borrow nor lend Is what all of the girls are wanting And none of the gods can send

I've loved you ever since that day you broke your slate over my head in school.

Look at that sea, girls--all silver and shadow and vision of things not seen. We couldn't enjoy its loveliness any more if we had millions of dollars and ropes of diamonds.

I feel as if something has been torn suddenly out of my life and left a terrible hole. I feel as if I couldn't be I — as if I must have changed into somebody else and couldn't get used to it. It gives me a horrible lonely, dazed, helpless feeling. It's good to see you again — it seems as if you were a sort of anchor for my drifting soul.

How wicked I was to wish that something dramatic would happen!' she thought. 'Oh, if we could only have those dear, monotonous, pleasant days back again! I would *never* grumble about them again.

It's great to be great, but it's great to be human.

No one can be free who has a thousand ancestors.

Fear is a confession of weakness. What you fear is stronger than you, or you think it is, else you wouldn't be afraid of it.

We've had a beautiful friendship, Diana. We've never marred it by one quarrel or coolness or unkind word; and I hope it will always be so. But things can't be quite the same after this. You'll have other interests. I'll just be on the outside.