Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it. Lucy Maud Montgomery More Quotes by Lucy Maud Montgomery More Quotes From Lucy Maud Montgomery The world is always young again for just a few moments at the dawn. Lucy Maud Montgomery moments dawn world Nasturtiums, who colored you, you wonderful, glowing things? You must have been fashioned out of summer sunsets. Lucy Maud Montgomery glowing sunset summer There is such a place as fairyland - but only children can find the way to it...until they have grown so old that they forget the way. Only a few, who remain children at heart, can ever find that fair, lost path again...The world calls them singers and poets and artists and story-tellers; but they are just people who have never forgotten the way to fairyland. Lucy Maud Montgomery artist heart children It was November--the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines. Anne roamed through the pineland alleys in the park and, as she said, let that great sweeping wind blow the fogs out of her soul. Lucy Maud Montgomery sunset blow song All things great are wound up with all things little. Lucy Maud Montgomery wounds all-things littles 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. Lucy Maud Montgomery voice soul sea It was October again ... a glorious October, all red and gold, with mellow mornings when the valleys were filled with delicate mists as if the spirit of autumn had poured them in for the sun to drain - amethyst, pearl, silver, rose, and smoke-blue. The dews were so heavy that the fields glistened like cloth of silver and there were such heaps of rustling leaves in the hollows of many-stemmed woods to run crisply through. Lucy Maud Montgomery autumn running morning In this world you've just got to hope for the best and prepare for the worst and take whatever God sends. Lucy Maud Montgomery hoping-for-the-best worst world It is never quite safe to think we have done with life. When we imagine we have finished our story fate has a trick of turning the page and showing us yet another chapter. Lucy Maud Montgomery fate life thinking Gossip lies nine times and tells a half truth the tenth. Lucy Maud Montgomery gossip half lying To love is easy and therefore common - but to understand - how rare it is! Lucy Maud Montgomery understanding common love-is She will love deeply--suffer terribly--she will have glorious moments to compensate. Lucy Maud Montgomery glorious moments suffering Facts are stubborn things, but, as some one has wisely said, not half so stubborn as fallacies. Lucy Maud Montgomery stubborn half facts But Anne with her elbows on the window sill, her soft cheek laid against her clasped hands, and her eyes filled with visions, looked out unheedingly across city roof and spire to that glorious dome of sunset sky and wove her dreams of a possible future from the golden tissue of youth's own optimism. All the Beyond was hers, with its possibilities lurking rosily in the oncoming years — each year a rose of promise to be woven into an immortal chaplet. Lucy Maud Montgomery sunset eye dream I wouldn't want to marry anybody who was wicked, but I think I'd like it if he could be wicked and wouldn't. Lucy Maud Montgomery marriage thank-you love A house isn't a home without the ineffable contentment of a cat with its tail folded about its feet. A cat gives mystery, charm, suggestion. Lucy Maud Montgomery cat feet home Look at that sea, girls--all silver and shadow and vision of things not seen. We couldn't enjoy its loveliness any more if we had millions of dollars and ropes of diamonds. Lucy Maud Montgomery vision girl sea Snow in April is abominable," said Anne. "Like a slap in the face when you expect a kiss. Lucy Maud Montgomery kissing faces snow Twilight drops her curtain down, and pins it with a star. Lucy Maud Montgomery stars twilight night 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. Lucy Maud Montgomery my-own trouble mind