L'm Montgomery Quotes

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

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

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

Words aren't made — they grow,' said Anne.

People who are different from other people are always called peculiar,' said Anne.

There are a great many people who do not understand things so there is no use in telling them.

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.

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'm so thankful for friendship. It beautifies life so much.

That's the worst…or the best…of real life, Anne. It won't let you be miserable. It keeps on trying to make you comfortable…and succeeding…even when you're determined to be unhappy and romantic.

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

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

I know I haven't much sense or sobriety, but I've got what is ever so much better — the knack of making people like me.

Kindred spirits alone do not change with the changing years.

It's bad enough to feel insignificant, but it's unbearable to have it grained into your soul that you will never, can never, be anything but insignificant.

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

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.

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

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.

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

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.

But I just went to work and imagined that I had on the most beautiful pale blue silk dress - because when you are imagining you might as well imagine something worth while.

Thank goodness, we can choose our friends. We have to take our relatives as they are, and be thankful.

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.

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

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.

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.

…the Lake of Shining Waters was blue — blue — blue; not the changeful blue of spring, nor the pale azure of summer, but a clear, steadfast, serene blue, as if the water were past all modes and tenses of emotion and had settled down to a tranquillity unbroken by fickle dreams.

…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.

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

The woods call to us with a hundred voices, but the sea has one only — a mighty voice that drowns our souls in its majestic music. The woods are human, but the sea is of the company of the archangels.

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

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.

I hate to lend a book I love...it never seems quite the same when it comes back to me.

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