Lucy Maud Montgomery: But just think what a dull world it would be if...

it doesn't take long to stay an hour.

Lucy Maud Montgomery

hospitality time long

It is when my umbrella turns inside out that I am convinced of the total depravity of inanimate things.

Lucy Maud Montgomery

umbrella inanimate-objects depravity

There might be some hours of loneliness. But there was something wonderful even in loneliness. At least you belonged to yourself when you were lonely.

Lucy Maud Montgomery

lonely loneliness might

True friends are always together in spirit.

Lucy Maud Montgomery

true-friend together friendship

You noticed that I wore this outfit twice? Why, the only thing you wear twice is a sour expression.

Lucy Maud Montgomery

sour expression

It was in the spring that Josephine and I had first loved each other, or, at least, had first come into the full knowledge that we loved. I think that we must have loved each other all our lives, and that each succeeding spring was a word in the revelation of that love, not to be understood until, in the fullness of time, the whole sentence was written out in that most beautiful of all beautiful springs.

Lucy Maud Montgomery

spring beautiful thinking

I wonder why people so commonly suppose that if two individuals are both writers they must therefore be hugely congenial.

Lucy Maud Montgomery

wonder two people

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

Lucy Maud Montgomery

tomorrow wish night

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

passing-away doe laughing

It was less humiliating to admit crying because of your feet than because - because somebody had been amusing himself with you and your friends had forgotten you, and other people patronised you.

Lucy Maud Montgomery

cry feet people

I don't know, I don't want to talk as much. (...) It's nicer to think dear, pretty thoughts and keep them in one's heart, like treasures. I don't like to have them laughed at or wondered over.

Lucy Maud Montgomery

treasure heart thinking

How wicked I was to wish that something dramatic would happen!' she thought. 'Oh, if we could only have those dear, monotonous, pleasant days back again! I would never grumble about them again.

Lucy Maud Montgomery

dramatic wicked wish

I'm afraid our old world has come to an end, Rilla. We've got to face the fact. (Walter)

Lucy Maud Montgomery

faces facts world

Oh Marilla, looking forward to things is half the pleasure of them," exclaimed Anne.

Lucy Maud Montgomery

looking-forward anticipation half

Have you ever noticed how many silences there are Gilbert? The silence of the woods....of the shore....of the meadows....of the night....of the summer afternoon. All different because the undertones that thread them are different.

Lucy Maud Montgomery

silence summer night

Which would you rather be if you had the choice--divinely beautiful or dazzlingly clever or angelically good?

Lucy Maud Montgomery

choices clever beautiful

I doubt if I shall ever have time to read the book again -- there are too many new ones coming out all the time which I want to read. Yet an old book has something for me which no new book can ever have -- for at every reading the memories and atmosphere of other readings come back and I am reading old years as well as an old book.

Lucy Maud Montgomery

reading memories book

A plate of apples, an open fire, and a jolly good book are a fair substitute for heaven.

Lucy Maud Montgomery

apples fire book

Fairyland is the loveliest word because it means everything the human heart desires.

Lucy Maud Montgomery

desire heart mean

Anne "felt instinctively" that romance was peeping at her around a corner.

Lucy Maud Montgomery

peeping corners romance

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