L.M. Montgomery Quotes

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

But the worst of imagining things is that the time comes when you have to stop and that hurts.

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

When a couple of young people strongly devoted to each other commence to eat onions, it is safe to pronounce them engaged.

Dark-green and gemm'd with flowers of snow, With close uncrowded branches spread Not proudly high, nor meanly low, A graceful myrtle rear'd its head.

And if you couldn't be loved, the next best thing was to be let alone.

What had seemed easy in imagination was rather hard in reality.

I like to hear a storm at night. It is so cosy to snuggle down among the blankets and feel that it can't get at you.

Youth is not a vanished thing but something that dwells forever in the heart.

Fairyland is the loveliest word because it means everything the human heart desires.

If you're to the point where you're trying to overcome that means you're at the point where you've admitted that you have a problem, and that might be your strongest point in the addiction.

…I think,' concluded Anne, hitting on a very vital truth, 'that we always love best the people who need us.

... we always love best the people who need us.

She seemed to walk in an atmosphere of things about to happen.

I am simply a book drunkard.

Isn't it better to have your heart broken than to have it wither up? Before it could be broken it must have felt something splendid. That would be worth the pain.

Everyone should ride the bus so that I can drive.

The beauty of winter is that it makes you appreciate spring.

I love bright red drinks, don’t you? They taste twice as good as any other color.

I couldn't live where there were no trees--something vital in me would starve.

if I can't get what I want - well, I'll want what I can get.

Long as I live Long as I breathe With every heartbeat I'll need you near me

When to the cross I turn my eyes,And rest on Calvary,O Lamb of God, my sacrifice,I must remember Thee.

The tulip's petals shine in dew, All beautiful, but none alike.

You have the itch for writing born in you. It's quite incurable. What are you going to do with it?

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.

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

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

I've come home in love with loneliness

…there was something about her that made you feel it was safe to tell her secrets.

Satirize wickedness if you must--but pity weakness.

If it's IN you to climb you must -- there are those who MUST lift their eyes to the hills -- they can't breathe properly in the valleys.

I've done my best, and I begin to understand what is meant by 'the joy of strife'. Next to trying and winning, the best thing is trying and failing.

People told her she hadn't changed much, in a tone which hinted they were surprised and a little disappointed she hadn't.

Which would you rather be if you had the choice--divinely beautiful or dazzlingly clever or angelically good?

She suddenly found herself laughing without bitterness.

No one can be free who has a thousand ancestors.

That's one of the things we learn as we grow older -- how to forgive. It comes easier at forty than it did at twenty.

Oh, Marilla, I thought I was happy before. Now I know that I just dreamed a pleasant dream of happiness. This is the reality.

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

I feel as if I had opened a book and found roses of yesterday sweet and fragrant, between its leaves.

Nobody with any real sense of humor *can* write a love story. . . . Shakespeare is the exception that proves the rule. (90-91)

My pen shall heal, not hurt.

Eternity: a moment standing still for ever.

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

…determined to enjoy her luxury of grief uncomforted.

I just want that sensation you have in dreams when you fly to be real.

The point of good writing is knowing when to stop.

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

Time is eternity begun.