“ Isn't it splendid to think of all the things there are to find out about? It just makes me feel glad to be alive- it's such an interesting world. L. M. Montgomery
“ I think it's something like Mr. Peter Sloane and the octogenarians. The other evening Mrs. Sloane was reading a newspaper ans she said to Mr. Sloane 'I see here that another octogenarian has just died… L. M. Montgomery
“ First came a delightful thrill, as of something very pleasant; then a horrible remembrance. L. M. Montgomery
“ Gilbert took from his desk a little pink candy heart with a gold motto on it, You are sweet, and slipped it under the curve of Anne’s arm. Whereupon Anne arose, took the pink heart gingerly between th… L. M. Montgomery
“ Anne, who was perched on the edge of the veranda, enjoying the charm of a mild west wind blowing across a newly ploughed field on a gray November twilight and piping a quaint little melody among the t… L. M. Montgomery
“ When people mean to be good to you, you don't mind very much when they're not quite--always. L. M. Montgomery
“ Young men are all very well in their place, but it doesn’t do to drag them into everything, does it? Diana and I are thinking seriously of promising each other that we will never marry but be nice old… L. M. Montgomery
“ But I'll have to ask you to wait a long time, Anne, said Gilbert sadly. It will be three years before I'll finish my medical course. And even then there will be no diamond sunbursts and marble halls.A… L. M. Montgomery
“ Mrs. Hammon told me that God made my hair red on purpose and I haven't card for him since. L. M. Montgomery
“ I think this story-writing business is the foolishest yet, scoffed Marilla. You'll get a pack of nonsense into your heads and waste time that should be put to your lessons. Reading stories is bad enou… L. M. Montgomery
“ 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… L. M. Montgomery
“ Ithink we all experience the same thing. We resent thethought that anything can please us when someone we loveis no longer here to share the pleasure with us, and we almost L. M. Montgomery
“ Why did dusk and fir-scent and the afterglow of autumnal sunsets make people say absurd things? L. M. Montgomery
