L.M. Montgomery Quotes

What is to be will be, and what isn't to be happens sometimes.

Satirize wickedness if you must--but pity weakness.

I have a little brown cocoon of an idea that may possibly expand into a magnificent moth of fulfilment…

It might be a nice world if nobody ever said a disagreeable thing, but it would be a dangerous one,

The dark hills, with the darker spruces marching over them, looked grim on early falling nights, but Ingleside bloomed with firelight and laughter, though the winds come in from the Atlantic singing o...

Heaven must be very beautiful, of course, the Bible says so — but, Anne, it won't be what I've been used to.

She suddenly found herself laughing without bitterness.

I don’t want to talk as much,’ she said, denting her chin thoughtfully with her forefinger. ‘It’s nicer to think dear, pretty thoughts and keep them in one’s heart, like treasures.

As for Mr. Meredith, said Miss Cornelia, even his engagement has made a different man of him. He isn't half so dreamy and absent-minded, believe me. I was so relieved when I heard that he had decided...

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

Oh, aren't you glad it is spring? The beauty of winter is that it makes you appreciate spring. The

She makes me love her and I like people who make me love them. It saves me so much trouble making myself love them

Let's sum up... a little house, white and green or to be made so... with trees, preferably birch and spruce... a window looking seaward... on a hill. That sounds very possible... but there is one othe...

…but youth yearned to youth.

Moonlight and the murmur of pines blended together so that one could hardly tell which was light and which was sound.

I wish I was back in Toronto, I said sulkily. The mince pie was to blame for THAT wish. I wish you were, I'm sure, said Felicity, riddling the fire noisily. Any one who lives with you, Felicity King,...

That Gilbert of yours is a darling, Anne,

Here sat Marilla Cuthbert, when she sat at all, slightly distrustful of sunshine, which seemed to her too dancing and irresponsible a thing for a world which was meant to be taken seriously…

I don't think there is much fear of your dying of grief as long as you can talk, Anne, said Marilla unsympathetically.

Saw that button and the peace of the Ladies' Aid was upset for weeks. Carl had the clear, bright, dark-blue eyes, fearless and direct, of his dead mother, and her brown hair with its glints of gold. H...