L.M. Montgomery Quotes

Folks say I'm good, he remarked whimsically upon one occasion, but I sometimes wish the Lord had made me only half as good and put the rest of it into looks. But there, I reckon He knew what He was ab...

For spring is just around the corner and I have forgotten everything but gladness.

For the next fortnight Anne writhed or reveled, according to mood, in her literary pursuits. Now she would be jubilant over a brilliant idea, now despairing because some contrary character would NOT b...

For, disguise the fact as we will, when friends, even the closest—perhaps the more because of that very closeness—meet again after a separation there is always a chill, lesser or greater, of change. N...

Freedom and independence were all very well, but one should not be a little fool.

Gilbert stretched himself out on the ferns beside the Bubble and lookedapprovingly at Anne. If Gilbert had been asked to describe his idealwoman the description would have answered point for point to...

Give us a chew, said Mary companionably. Nan, Di and Faith all produced an amber-hued knot or two from their pockets and passed them to Mary. Una sat very still. She had four lovely big knots in the p...

Green Gables has been translated into Swedish and Dutch. My copy of the Swedish edition always gives me the inestimable boon of a laugh. The cover design is a full length figure of Anne, wearing a sun...

Grief is ever proud.

Have you ever noticed, asked Anne reflectively, that when people say it is their duty to tell you a certain thing you may prepare for something disagreeable? Why is it that they never seem to think it...

He who accepts human love must bind it to his soul with pain, and she is not lost to me. Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.

Her advice is much like pepper, I think . . . excellent in small quantities but rather scorching in her doses.

How do you like my picture, Phil? It seems a very dull one, said Phil, with a grimace. Oh, but I've left out the transforming thing, said Anne softly. There'll be love there, Phil—faithful, tender lov...

How fair the realmImagination opens to the view,

How life grew around the changes until they became part of it and were changes no more.

How terrible it must be not to see and feel beauty.... I'm so glad I can find happiness in all lovely little things... It seems to me that every time I look out of a window the world gives me a gift.

How terrible it would be to be doing something you didn't like every day

I always liked to meet Myra, said Miss Cornelia. She was always so gay and cheerful—she made you feel better just by her handshake. Myra always made the best of things.

I believe the nicest and sweetest days are not those on which anything very splendid or wonderful or exciting happens but just those that bring simple little pleasures, following one another softly, l...

I didn't really remember that the sea was so blue and the roads so red and the wood nooks so wild and fairy haunted. Yes, the fairies still abide here. I vow I could find scores of them under the viol...