Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes

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I'm so glad my window looks east into the sunrising- It's so splendid to see the morning coming up over those long hills and glowing through those sharp fir tops. It's new every morning, and I feel as if I washed my very soul in that bath of earliest sunshine.

Lucy Maud Montgomery
She had never before minded being alone. Now she dreaded it. When she was alone now she felt so dreadfully alone.

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

Lucy Maud Montgomery
Sarcasm... raised blisters on her soul that smarted for months.

Lucy Maud Montgomery
I've just been imagining that it was really me you wanted after all and that I was to stay here for ever and ever. It was a great comfort while it lasted. But the worst of imagining things is that the time comes when you have to stop and that hurts.

Lucy Maud Montgomery
Doctor Dave hasn't much tact, to be sure — he was always talking of ropes in houses where someone had hanged himself.

Lucy Maud Montgomery
I couldn't live where there were no trees—something vital in me would starve.

Lucy Maud Montgomery
It was really dreadful to be so different from other people…and yet rather wonderful, too, as if you were a being strayed from another star.

Lucy Maud Montgomery
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.

Lucy Maud Montgomery
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.

Lucy Maud Montgomery
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.

Lucy Maud Montgomery
I love pretty things; and I hate to look in the glass and see something that isn't pretty. It makes me feel so sorrowful—just as I feel when I look at any ugly thing. I pity it because it isn't beautiful.

Lucy Maud Montgomery
Do you think amethysts can be the souls of good violets?

Lucy Maud Montgomery
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.

Lucy Maud Montgomery
Most people worry so much, they think you're not right if you don't worry.

Lucy Maud Montgomery
I've done my best, and I begin to see what is meant by the 'joy of the strife'. Next to trying and winning, the best thing is trying and failing.

Lucy Maud Montgomery
But just think what a dull world it would be if everyone was sensible,' pleaded Anne.

Lucy Maud Montgomery
I hate to lend a book I love…it never seems quite the same when it comes back to me…

Lucy Maud Montgomery
I have a dream," he said slowly. "I persist in dreaming it, although it has often seemed to me that it could never come true. I dream of a home with a hearth-fire in it, a cat and dog, the footsteps of friends — and YOU!

Lucy Maud Montgomery
It does not do to laugh at the pangs of youth. They are very terrible because youth has not yet learned that 'this, too, will pass away.

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

Lucy Maud Montgomery
That's one splendid thing about such affairs — it's so lovely to look back to them.

Lucy Maud Montgomery
One can't get over the habit of being a little girl all at once.

Lucy Maud Montgomery
Since ever the world was spinning And till the world shall end You've your man in the beginning Or you have him in the end, But to have him from start to finish And neither nor borrow nor lend Is what all of the girls are wanting And none of the gods can send

Lucy Maud Montgomery
They did not talk or want to talk. It was as if they were afraid to talk for fear of spoiling something beautiful. But Anne had never felt so near Katherine Brooke before. By some magic of its own the winter night had brought them together... almost together but not quite.

Lucy Maud Montgomery