37 Quotes About L M Montgomery

Even when I'm alone I have real good company – dreams and imaginations and pretendings. I like to be alone now and then, just to think over things and taste them. But I love friendships – and nice, jolly little times with people. L.m. Montgomery

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. L.m. Montgomery

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. 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'm afraid of those cows, ' protested poor Dora, seeing a prospect of escape.' The very idea of your being scared of those cows, ' scoffed Davy. 'Why, they're both younger than you. L.m. Montgomery

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? L.m. Montgomery

…determined to enjoy her luxury of grief uncomforted. L.m. Montgomery

It's delightful when your imaginations come true, isn't it? L.m. Montgomery

We _are_ rich, ' said Anne staunchly. 'Why, we have sixteen years to our credit, and we are as happy as queens and we've all got imaginations, more or less. Look at that sea, girls - all silver and shallow and vision of things not seen. We couldn't enjoy its loveliness any more if we had millions of dollars and ropes of diamonds. L.m. Montgomery

I think it is because I have a habit, when I am bored or disgusted with people of stepping suddenly into my own world and shutting the door. People resent this -- I suppose it is only natural to resent a door being shut in your face. They call it slyness when it is only self-defense. 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

Once upon a time--which, when you come to think of it, is reallythe only proper way to begin a story--the only way that reallysmacks of romance and fairyland-- 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

We always hate people who surprise our secrets… L.m. Montgomery

Why should one hate you when you were so small? Could you be worth hating? L.m. Montgomery

…hate's got to be a disease with me. L.m. Montgomery

Heaven must be very beautiful, of course, the Bible says so – but, Anne, it won't be what I've been used to. L.m. Montgomery

…I'm sorry, and a little dissatisfied as well. Miss Stacy told me long ago that by the time I was twenty my character would be formed, for good or evil. I don't feel that it's what it should be. It's full of flaws.' 'So's everybody's, ' said Aunt Jamesina cheerfully. 'Mine's cracked in a hundred places. Your Miss Stacy likely meant that when you are twenty your character would have got its permanent bent in one direction or 'tother, and would go on developing in that line. 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

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

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

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 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

The dark hills, with the darker spruces marching over them, looked grim on early falling nights, but Ingleside bloomed with firelight and laughter, though the winds come in from the Atlantic singing of mournful things. "Why isn't the wind happy, Mummy?" asked Walter one night. "Because it is remembering all the sorrow of the world since it began, " answered Anne. L.m. Montgomery

…and he wasn't reconciled to dying. Dora told him he was going to a better world. "Mebbe, mebbe, " says poor Ben, "but I'm sorter used to the imperfections of this one. 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

It's the worst kind of cruelty – the thoughtless kind. You can't cope with it. L.m. Montgomery