Quotes From "Anne Of Avonlea" By L.m. 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. L.m. Montgomery

I suppose that's how it looks in prose. But it's very different if you look at it through poetry…and I think it's nicer…' Anne recovered herself and her eyes shone and her cheeks flushed… 'to look at it through poetry. L.m. Montgomery

I think it's something like Mr. Peter Sloane and the octogenarians. The other evening Mrs. Sloane was reading a newspaper ans she said to Mr. Sloane 'I see here that another octogenarian has just died. What is an Octogenarian, Peter?' And Mr. Sloane said he didn't know, but they must be very sickly creatures, for you never heard tell of them but they were dying. L.m. Montgomery

I'm so glad you're here, Anne, ' said Miss Lavendar, nibbling at her candy. 'If you weren't I should be blue…very blue…almost navy blue. Dreams and make-believes are all very well in the daytime and the sunshine, but when dark and storm come they fail to satisfy. One wants real things then. But you don't know this…seventeen never knows it. At seventeen dreams do satisfy because you think the realities are waiting for you further on. L.m. Montgomery

I've put out a lot of little roots these two years, " Anne told the moon, "and when I'm pulled up they're going to hurt a great deal. But it's best to go, I think, and, as Marilla says, there's no good reason why I shouldn't. I must get out all my ambitions and dust them. L.m. Montgomery

Oh, sometimes I think it is of no use to make friends. They only go out of your life after a while and leave a hurt that is worse than the emptiness before they came. L.m. Montgomery

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. L.m. Montgomery

But the summer had been a very happy one, too -- a time of glad living with summer suns and skies, a time of keen delight in wholesome things; a time of renewing and deepening of old friendships; a time in which she had learned to live more nobly, to work more patiently, to play more heartily. L.m. Montgomery

Mrs. Allan's face was not the face of the girlbride whom the minister had brought to Avonlea five years before. It had lost some of its bloom and youthful curves, and there were fine, patient lines about eyes and mouth. A tiny grave in that very cemetery accounted for some of them; and some new ones had come during the recent illness, now happily over, of her little son. But Mrs. Allan's dimples were as sweet and sudden as ever, her eyes as clear and bright and true; and what her face lacked of girlish beauty was now more than atoned for in added tenderness and strength. L.m. Montgomery

I was very much provoked. Of course, I knew there are no fairies; but that needn't prevent my thinking there is. L.m. Montgomery

He watched over word and thought and deed as jealously as if her clear eyes were to pass judgement on it... She held over him the unconscious influence that every girl, whose ideals are high and pure, wields over her friends; an influence that would endure as long as she was faithful to those ideals and which she would certainly lose if she were ever false to them. L.m. Montgomery

Do you know, Mrs. Allan, I'm thankful for friendship. It beautifies life so much." "True friendship is a very helpful thing indeed, " said Mrs. Allan, "and we should have a very high ideal of it , and never sully it by any failure in truth and sincerity. I fear the name of friendship is often degraded to a kind of intimacy that had nothing of real friendship in it. L.m. Montgomery

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 L.m. Montgomery

She looked like a head-on collision between a fashion plate and a nightmare. L.m. Montgomery

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

I can't understand how she could have wanted to live back here, away from everything, " said Jane. "Oh, I can easily understand that, " said Anne thoughtfully. "I wouldn't want it myself for a steady thing because, although I love the fields and woods, I love people too... L.m. Montgomery

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

Well, one can't get over the habit of being a liitle girl all at once. L.m. Montgomery

If a kiss could be seen I think it would look like a violet, ' said Priscilla.Anne glowed.' I'm so glad you spoke that thought, Priscilla, instead of just thinking it and keeping it to yourself. This world would be a much more interesting place…although it is very interesting, anyhow…if people spoke out their real thoughts. L.m. Montgomery

Mrs Allan says that whenever we think of anything that is a trial to use we should also think of something nice that we can set over against it. If you are slightly too plump, you've got the dearest dimples; and if I have a freckled nose the shape of it is all right. L.m. Montgomery

I've come home in love with loneliness L.m. Montgomery

And yet... you wouldn't want it to stop hurting... you wouldn't want to forget your little mother even if you could. L.m. Montgomery

I don't like places or people either that haven't any faults. I think that a truly perfect person would be very uninteresting. L.m. Montgomery

Some are born old maids, some achieve old maidenhood, and some have old maidenhood thrust upon them , " parodied Miss Lavendar whimsically. L.m. Montgomery

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. L.m. Montgomery

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

Well, I should like to see you go to college, Anne, but if you never do, don't grow discontented about it. We make our own lives wherever we are, after all... college can only help us do it more easily. L.m. Montgomery

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. L.m. Montgomery

November is usually such a disagreeable month...as if the year had suddenly found out that she was growing old and could do nothing but weep and fret over it. This year is growing old gracefully...just like a stately old lady who knows she can be charming even with gray hair and wrinkles. We've had lovely days and delicious twilights. L.m. Montgomery