But just think what a dull world it would be if everyone was sensible,' pleaded Anne. Lucy Maud Montgomery More Quotes by Lucy Maud Montgomery More Quotes From Lucy Maud 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. Lucy Maud Montgomery growing-uphalfchildren I hate to lend a book I love...it never seems quite the same when it comes back to me. Lucy Maud Montgomery come-back-to-mehatebook Anne was always glad in the happiness of her friends; but it is sometimes a little lonely to be surrounded everywhere by happiness that is not your own. Lucy Maud Montgomery lonelylittlessometimes 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. Lucy Maud Montgomery dreamwinterpast But she had long ago learned that when she wandered into the realm of fancy she must go alone. The way to it was by an enchanted path where not even her dearest might follow her. Lucy Maud Montgomery long-agofancymight Poor soul, she always knew everything about her neighbors, but she never was very well acquainted with herself. Lucy Maud Montgomery neighborpoorsoul 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. Lucy Maud Montgomery flowerheartsweet We are never half so interesting when we have learned that language is given us to enable us to conceal our thoughts. Lucy Maud Montgomery languagehalfinteresting Well now, I'd rather have you than a dozen boys, Anne,' said Matthew patting her hand. 'Just mind you that — rather than a dozen boys. Well now, I guess it wasn't a boy that took the Avery scholarship, was it? It was a girl — my girl — my girl that I'm proud of. Lucy Maud Montgomery girlboyshands Reading stories is bad enough but writing them is worse. Lucy Maud Montgomery readingstorieswriting That's a lovely idea, Diana,' said Anne enthusiastically. 'Living so that you beautify your name, even if it wasn't beautiful to begin with…making it stand in people's thoughts for something so lovely and pleasant that they never think of it by itself. Thank you, Diana. Lucy Maud Montgomery namesbeautifulthinking There are a great many people who do not understand things so there is no use in telling them. Lucy Maud Montgomery lm-montgomeryusepeople It takes all sorts of people to make a world, as I've often heard, but I think there are some who could be spared,' Anne told her reflection in the east gable mirror that night. Lucy Maud Montgomery reflectionnightthinking Outgrowing things we love is never a pleasant process. Lucy Maud Montgomery nostalgiaprocesslove-is Some nights are like honey - and some like wine - and some like wormwood. Lucy Maud Montgomery winehoneynight 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. Lucy Maud Montgomery dianaunkind-wordsbeautiful Of all the uncertain things marriage is the uncertainest. Lucy Maud Montgomery uncertain 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. Lucy Maud Montgomery knacksobrietypeople We don't know where we're going, but isn't is fun to go? Lucy Maud Montgomery knowsfun I like to hear a storm at night. It is so cosy to snuggle down among the blankets and feel that it can't get at you. Lucy Maud Montgomery cosystormnight
