Anyone who has gumption knows what it is, and anyone who hasn’t can never know what it is. So there is no need of defining it. Lucy Maud Montgomery More Quotes by Lucy Maud Montgomery More Quotes From Lucy Maud Montgomery the little things in life often make more trouble than the big things. Lucy Maud Montgomery little-things things-in-life littles Dramatic things always have a bitterness for some one. Lucy Maud Montgomery dramatic bitterness Make them do as you want them to," she said. "I can’t," mourned Anne. "Averil is such an unmanageable heroine. She will do and say things I never meant her to. Then that spoils everything that went before and I have to write it all over again. Lucy Maud Montgomery heroines want writing Nothing ever seems impossible in spring, you know. Lucy Maud Montgomery knows impossible spring 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. Lucy Maud Montgomery curves tree two trees, unlike so many humans, always improve on acquaintance. No matter how much you like them at the start you are sure to like them much better further on, and best of all when you have known them for years and enjoyed intercourse with them in all seasons. Lucy Maud Montgomery matter tree years Maples are such sociable trees ... They're always rustling and whispering to you. Lucy Maud Montgomery sociable whispering tree Don't you know that it is only very foolish folk who talk sense all the time? Lucy Maud Montgomery folks foolish knows The only true animal is a cat, and the only true cat is a gray cat. Lucy Maud Montgomery gray cat animal most people worry so much, they think you're not right if you don't worry. Lucy Maud Montgomery worry people thinking You may tire of reality but you never tire of dreams. Lucy Maud Montgomery dream may reality Walter's eyes were very wonderful. All the joy and sorrow and laughter and loyalty and aspirations of many generations lying under the sod looked out of their dark-gray depths. Lucy Maud Montgomery laughter loyalty lying Doesn't matter what a person's name is as long as he behaves himself. Lucy Maud Montgomery matter names long When I make up my mind to do a thing it stays made up. Lucy Maud Montgomery made mind I don't like green Christmases. They're not green—they're just nasty faded browns and grays. Lucy Maud Montgomery green nasty christmas 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 hate beautiful beauty I suppose it was a romantic was to perish... for a mouse Lucy Maud Montgomery mice You'll never write anything that really satisfies you though it may satisfy other people. Lucy Maud Montgomery writing may people I'm afraid to speak or move for fear that all this wonderful beauty will just vanish... like a broken silence. Lucy Maud Montgomery silence broken moving I can't help flying up on the wings of anticipation. It's as glorious as soaring through a sunset... almost pays for the thud. Lucy Maud Montgomery sunset flying wings
