Lucy Maud Montgomery quotes:

Twilight drops her curtain down, and pins it with a star.

True friends are always together in spirit. (Anne Shirley)

We've had a beautiful friendship, Diana. We've never marred it by one quarrel or coolness or unkind word; and I hope it will always be so. But things can't be quite the same after this. You'll have other interests. I'll just be on the outside.

Jane's stories are too sensible. Then Diana puts too much murders into hers. She says most of the time she doesn't know what to do with the people so she kills the off to get rid of them." -Anne Shirley

Mrs. Cadbury: Tell me what you know about yourself. Anne Shirley: Well, it really isn't worth telling, Mrs. Cadbury... but if you let me tell you what I IMAGINE about myself you'd find it a lot more interesting.

Anne Shirley. Anne with an "e.

In this world you've just got to hope for the best and prepare for the worst and take whatever God sends.

Gilbert, I'm afraid I'm scandalously in love with you.

Nobody is ever too old to dream. And dreams never grow old.

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

Perhaps. . .love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath.

There is a book of Revelation in every one's life, as there is in the Bible.

Most things are predestined, but some are just darn sheer luck, said Roaring Abel.

A bosom friend - an intimate friend, you know - a really kindred spirit to whom I can confide my inmost soul.

Proverbs are all very fine when there's nothing to worry you, but when you're in real trouble, they're not a bit of help.

There was no mistaking her sincerity--it breathed in every tone of her voice. Both Marilla and Mrs. Lynde recognized its unmistakable ring. But the former understood in dismay that Anne was actually enjoying her valley of humiliation--was reveling in the thoroughness of her abasement. Where was the wholesome punishment upon which she, Marilla, had plumed herself? Anne had turned it into a species of positive pleasure.

We should regret our mistakes and learn from them, but never carry them forward into the future with us.

I've always loved the night and I'll like lying awake and thinking over everything in life, past, present and to come. Especially to come.

Do you know, Gilbert, there are times when I strongly suspect that I love you!

There is another bend in the road after this. No one knows what will happen.

It is a strange thing to read a letter after the writer is dead - a bitter-sweet thing, in which pain and comfort are strangely mingled.

But I'd rather look like you than be pretty," she told Anne sincerely. Anne laughed, sipped honey from the tribute, and cast away the sting.

Humor is the spiciest condiment in the feast of existence. Laugh at your mistakes but learn from them, joke over your troubles but gather strength from them, make a jest of your difficulties but overcome them.

It will come sometime. Some beautiful morning she will just wake up and find it is Tomorrow. Not Today but Tomorrow. And then things will happen ... wonderful things.

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

In daylight I belong to the world . . . in the night to sleep and eternity. But in the dusk I'm free from both and belong only to myself . . . and you

Nathan always believed his wife was trying to poison him but he didn't seem to mind. He said it made life kind of exciting.

There are plenty of people, in Avonlea and out of it, who can attend closely to their neighbours' business by dint of neglecting their own; but Mrs. Rachel Lynde was one of those capable creatures who can manage their own concerns and those of other folks into the bargain.

There is such a place as fairyland - but only children can find the way to it...until they have grown so old that they forget the way. Only a few, who remain children at heart, can ever find that fair, lost path again...The world calls them singers and poets and artists and story-tellers; but they are just people who have never forgotten the way to fairyland.

Life is worth living as long as there's a laugh in it.

As a rule, I am very careful to be shallow and conventional where depth and originality are wasted.

I can just imagine myself sitting down at the head of the table and pouring out the tea," said Anne, shutting her eyes ecstatically. "And 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.

But you have such dimples," said Anne, smiling affectionately into the pretty, vivacious face so near her own. "Lovely dimples, like little dents in cream. I have given up all hope of dimples. My dimple-dream will never come true; but so many of my dreams have that I mustn't complain. Am I all ready now?

It is ever so much easier to be good if your clothes are fashionable.

I have learned to look upon each little hindrance as a jest and each great one as a foreshadowing of victory.

A good laugh is as good as a prayer sometimes.

My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.

Nobody whom this war has touched will ever be happy again in quite the same way. But it will be a better happiness, I think, little sister - a happiness we've earned.

I'd like to add some beauty to life," said Anne dreamily. "I don't exactly want to make people KNOW more... though I know that IS the noblest ambition... but I'd love to make them have a pleasanter time because of me... to have some little joy or happy thought that would never have existed if I hadn't been born.

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.

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 know I chatter on far too much... but if you only knew how many things I want to say and don't. Give me SOME credit.

a few italics really do relieve your feelings.

Kindred spirits are not so scarce as I used to think. It's splendid to find out there are so many of them in the world.

Kindred spirits alone do not change with the changing years.

Trees have as much individuality as human beings. Not even two spruces are alike. There is always some kink or curve or bend of bough to single each one out from its fellows.

It's delightful when your imaginations come true, isn't it?

I'm really a very happy, contented little person in spite of my broken heart.

I do know my own mind,' protested Anne. 'The trouble is, my mind changes and then I have to get acquainted with it all over again.

If we don't chase things, sometimes the things following us can catch up." -L.M. Montgomery

You must pay the penalty of growing-up, Paul. You must leave fairyland behind you.

We are never half so interesting when we have learned that language is given us to enable us to conceal our thoughts.

Anybody is liable to rheumatism in her legs, Anne. It's only old people who should have rheumatism in their souls, though. Thanks goodness, I never have. When you get rheumatism in your soul you might as well go and pick out your coffin.

It seems to me a most dreadful thing to go out of the world and not leave one person behind you who is sorry you are gone,' said Anne, shuddering.

That's the worst of growing up, and I'm beginning to realize it. The things you wanted so much when you were a child don't seem half so wonderful to you when you get them.

I wish I were dead, or that it were tomorrow night,' groaned Phil.

But was anything in life, Anne asked herself wearily, like one's imagination of it?

Don't you just love poetry that gives you a crinkly feeling up and down your back?

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.

Poor soul, she always knew everything about her neighbors, but she never was very well acquainted with herself.

I believe I've put forth a tiny soul-root into Kingsport soil this afternoon. I hope so. I hate to feel transplanted.

The body grows slowly and steadily but the soul grows by leaps and bounds. It may come to its full stature in an hour.

All life lessons are not learned at college,'she thought. Life teaches them everywhere.

the little things in life often make more trouble than the big things.

Do you know what I think Mayflowers are, Marilla? I think they must be the souls of the flowers that died last summer, and this is their heaven.

And he wrote, "When the moon rises tonight think of me and I'll think of you.

it would be lovely to sleep in a wild cherry-tree all white with bloom in the moonshine

March came in that winter like the meekest and mildest of lambs, bringing days that were crisp and golden and tingling, each followed by a frosty pink twilight which gradually lost itself in an elfland of moonshine.

All pioneers are considered to be afflicted with moonstruck madness.

When I left Queen's my future seemed to stretch out before me like a straight road. I thought I could see along it for many a milestone. Now there is a bend in it. I don't know what lies around the bend, but I'm going to believe that the best does.

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

Anne "felt instinctively" that romance was peeping at her around a corner.

How wicked I was to wish that something dramatic would happen!' she thought. 'Oh, if we could only have those dear, monotonous, pleasant days back again! I would *never* grumble about them again.

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

[O]ne can dream so much better in a room where there are pretty things.

You'd find it easier to be bad than good if you had red hair," said Anne reproachfully. "People who haven't red hair don't know what trouble is.

Red hair is my life long sorrow.

I read somewhere once that souls were like flowers,' said Priscilla. 'Then your soul is a golden narcissus,' said Anne, 'and Diana's is like a red, red rose. Jane's is an apple blossom, pink and wholesome and sweet.' 'And our own is a white violet, with purple streaks in its heart,' finished Priscilla.

I know that in everybody's life must come days of depression and discouragement when all things in life seem to lose savour. The sunniest day has its clouds;but one must not forget the sun is there all the time.

A child that has a quick temper, just blaze up and cool down, ain't never likely to be sly or deceitful.

The night was clear and frosty, all ebony of shadow and silver of snowy slope; big stars were shining over the silent fields; here and there the dark pointed firs stood up with snow powdering their branches and the wind whistling through them.

Those who can soar to the highest heights can also plunge to the deepest depths and the natures which enjoy most keenly are those which also suffer most sharply.

What a spineless thing I must be not to have one enemy!

Next to trying and winning, the best thing is trying and failing.

Most of the trouble in life comes from misunderstanding, I think,' said Anne.

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.

Gilbert darling, don't let's ever be afraid of things. It's such dreadful slavery. Let's be daring and adventurous and expectant. Let's dance to meet life and all it can bring to us, even if it brings scads of trouble and typhoid and twins!" (Anne to Gilbert)

When twilight drops her curtain down And pins it with a star Remember that you have a friend Though she may wander far.

We came to the comforting conclusion that the Creator probably knew how to run His universe quite as well as we do, and that, after all, there are no such things as 'wasted' lives, saving and except when am individual wilfully squanders and wastes his own life...

I've a pocket full of dreams to sell," said Teddy, whimsically,... "What d'ye lack? What d'ye lack? A dream of success--a dream of adventure--a dream of the sea--a dream of the woodland--any kind of a dream you want at reasonable prices, including one or two unique little nightmares. What will you give me for a dream?

Some nights are like honey - and some like wine - and some like wormwood.

Snow in April is abominable," said Anne. "Like a slap in the face when you expect a kiss.

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

There are so many unpleasant things in the world already that there is no use in imagining any more.

Tomorrow is always fresh, with no mistakes in it.

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

...a little "appreciation" sometimes does quite as much good as all the conscientious "bringing up" in the world.

...the sorrows God sent us brought comfort and strength with them, while the sorrows we brought on ourselves, through folly or wickedness, were by far the hardest to bear.

[Anne, commenting on city life] "I think I would probably come to the conclusion that I'd like it for a while... but in the end, I'd still prefer the sound of the wind in the firs across the brook more than the tinkling of crystal.

[she] had a great reputation for unselfishness because she was always giving up a lot of things she didn't want.

A broken heart in real life isn't half as dreadful as it is in books. It's a good deal like a bad tooth, though you won't think THAT a very romantic simile. It takes spells of aching and gives you a sleepless night now and then, but between times it lets you enjoy life and dreams and echoes and peanut candy as if there were nothing the matter with it.

A cold in the head in June is an immoral thing...

A favor is never so long-lived as a grudge.

A girl who would fall in love so easily or want a man to love her so easily would probably get over it just as quickly, very little the worse for wear. On the contrary, a girl who would take love seriously would probably be a good while finding herself in love and would require something beyond mere friendly attentions from a man before she would think of him in that light.

A house isn't a home without the ineffable contentment of a cat with its tail folded about its feet. A cat gives mystery, charm, suggestion.

A plate of apples, an open fire, and a jolly good book are a fair substitute for heaven.

â?¦determined to enjoy her luxury of grief uncomforted.

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

â?¦I'm so thankful for friendship. It beautifies life so much.

â?¦it's so dreadful to have nothing to love â?? life is so empty â?? and there's nothing worse than emptinessâ?¦

After all, what could you expect from a pig but a grunt?

After all," Anne had said to Marilla once, "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, like pearls slipping off a string.

All that Ruby said was so horribly true, she was leaving everything she cared for. She had laid up her treasures on earth only. She had lived solely for the little things of life, the things that pass, forgetting the great things that go onward into eternity bridging the gulf between the two lives and making of death a mere passing of one dwelling to the other. From twilight to unclouded day. ...it was no wonder her soul clung in blind helplessness to the only things she knew and loved.

All things great are wound up with all things little.