L.M. Montgomery quotes:

When I read that the flash came, and I took a sheet of paper. . .and I wrote on it: I, Emily Byrd Starr, do solemnly vow this day that I will climb the Alpine Path and write my name on the scroll of fame.

Aunt Elizabeth said, 'Do you expect to attend many balls, if I may ask?' and I said, 'Yes, when I am rich and famous.' and Aunt Elizabeth said, 'Yes, when the moon is made of green cheese.

Nothing good about this but it's title. A priggish little yarn. And Hidden Riches is not a story--it's a machine. It creaks. It never made me forget for one instant that it was a story. Hence it isn't a story.

I can just imagine myself sitting down at the head of the table and pouring out the tea," said Anne, shutting her eyes ecstaticallyAnd asking Diana if she takes sugar! I know she doesn't but of course I'll ask her just as if I didn't know."

I guess you've got a spice of temper," commented Mr. Harrison, surveying the flushed cheeks and indignant eyes opposite him. "It goes with hair like yours, I reckon

What I want to get out of my college course is some knowledge of the best way of living life and doing the most and best with it. I want to learn to understand and help other people and myself.

A woman cannot ever be sure of not being married till she is buried, Mrs. Doctor, dear, and meanwhile I will make a batch of cherry pies.

Tomorrow is always fresh, with no mistakes in it.

We... Charlotta the Fourth and I... live in defiance of every known law of diet." ~ Miss Lavendar, chap 27

Don't be frettingabout me marrying. Marrying's a trouble and not marrying's a trouble and I sticks to the trouble I knows.

Jane says she will devote her whole life to teaching, and never, never marry, because you are paid a salary for teaching, but a husband won't pay you anything, and growls if you ask for a share in the egg and butter money.

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

Isn't it nice to think that tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it yet?

I love my garden, and I love working in it. To potter with green growing things, watching each day to see the dear, new sprouts come up, is like taking a hand in creation, I think. Just now my garden is like faith - the substance of things hoped for.

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

I went up on the hill and walked about until twilight had deepened into an autumn night with a benediction of starry quietude over it. I was alone but not lonely. I was a queen in halls of fancy.

The little things of life, sweet and excellent in their place, must not be the things lived for; the highest must be sought and followed; the life of heaven must be begun here on earth.

People who don't like cats always seem to think there is some peculiar virtue in not liking them.

Oh, of course there's a risk in marrying anybody, but, when it's all said and done, there's many a worse thing than a husband.

I wish every one in the world was as warm and sheltered as we are tonight."

She came out of her reverie with a deep sigh and looked at him with a dreamy gaze of a soul that had been wandering afar, star-led."

She had dreamed some brilliant dreams during the past winter and now they lay in the dust around her. In her present mood of self-disgust, she could not immediately begin dreaming again. And she discovered that, while solitude with dreams is glorious, solitude without them has few charms."

Just to love! She did not ask to be loved. It was rapture enough just to sit there beside him in silence, alone in the summer night in the white splendor of moonshine, with the wind blowing down on them out of the pine woods."

It was a gracious evening, full of delectable lights and shadows. In the west was a sky of mackerel clouds-crimson and amber-tinted, with long strips of apple-green sky between. Beyond was the glimmering radiance of a sunset sea, and the ceaseless voice of many waters came up from the tawny shore.

Look, do you see that poem?' she said suddenly, pointing.

Steal not this book for fear of shameFor on it is the owners nameAnd when you die the Lord will sayWhere is the book you stole awayAnd when you say you do not knowThe Lord will say go down below.

Since ever the world was spinningAnd till the world shall endYou've your man in the beginningOr you have him in the end,But to have him from start to finishAnd neither nor borrow nor lendIs what all of the girls are wantingAnd none of the gods can send

when you ARE imagining you might as well imagine something worth while

Is it Rilla-my-Rilla?

Don't try to write anything you can't feel - it will be a failure - 'echoes nothing worth

Desire grows by what it feeds on.

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

A suffering or tortured animal always filled her with such a surge of sympathy that it lifted her clean out of herself.

Why should one hate you when you were so small? Could you be worth hating?

Anne came dancing home in the purple winter twilight across the snowy places.

When weeds go to heaven, I suppose they will be flowers.

Satirize wickedness if you must--but pity weakness.

I have got acquainted with Lofty John. Ilse is a great friend of his and often goes there to watch him working in his carpenter shop. He says he has made enough ladders to get to heaven without the priest but that is just his joke.

You noticed that I wore this outfit twice? Why, the only thing you wear twice is a sour expression.

...And every day in heaven will be more beautiful than the one before it Davy," assured Anne.

That doesn't sound very attractive," laughed Anne. "I like people to have a little nonsense about them.

I don't say Valancy deliberately murdered these lovers as she outgrew them. One simply faded away as another came. Things are very convenient in this respect in Blue Castles.

Some sounds are so exquisite - far more exquisite than anything seen. Daff's purr there on my rug, for instance - and the snap and crackle of the fire - and the squeaks and scrambles of mice that are having a jamboree behind the wainscot.

Don't be fretting...about me marrying. Marrying's a trouble and not marrying's a trouble and I sticks to the trouble I knows.

Gossip, as usual, was one-third right and two-thirds wrong.

Why did dusk and fir-scent and the afterglow of autumnal sunsets make people say absurd things?

Anne laughed. "I don't want sunbursts or marble halls, I just want you.

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

When you've learned to laugh at the things that should be laughed at, and not to laugh at those that shouldn't, you've got wisdom and understanding.

It's been my experience that you can nearly always enjoy things if you make up your mind firmly that you will.

Anne was always glad in the happiness of her friends; but it is sometimes a little lonely to be surrounded everywhere by happiness that is not your own.

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

The gods, so says the old superstition, do not like to behold too happy mortals. It is certain, at least, that some human beings do not.

I couldn't sew on a day like this. There's something in the air that gets in the blood and makes a sort of glory in my soul. My fingers would twitch and I'd sew a crooked seam. So it's ho for the park and the pines.

...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. It wouldn't be half so interesting if we knew all about everything, would it? There'd be no scope for imagination then, would there~?

I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.

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.

Mrs. Lynde says, 'Blessed are they who expect nothing for they shall not be disappointed.

Isn't it nice to think that tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it yet~?

Well, we all make mistakes, dear, so just put it behind you. We should regret our mistakes and learn from them, but never carry them forward into the future with us.

Oh, I know I'm a great trial to you, Marilla," said Anne repentantly. "I make so many mistakes. But then just think of all the mistakes I don't make, although I might.