Youth is not a vanished thing but something that dwells forever in the heart. Lucy Maud Montgomery More Quotes by Lucy Maud Montgomery More Quotes From Lucy Maud Montgomery That's one of the things we learn as we grow older -- how to forgive. It comes easier at forty than it did at twenty. Lucy Maud Montgomery easierforgivingtwenties I'm sure I shall always feel like a child in the wood. Lucy Maud Montgomery woodsfeelschildren It’s so much more romantic to end a story up with a funeral than a wedding. Lucy Maud Montgomery funeralendsstories Why is it that the nicest things never are healthy? Lucy Maud Montgomery healthy What had seemed easy in imagination was rather hard in reality. Lucy Maud Montgomery imaginationeasyreality You'd find it easier to be bad than good if you had red hair," said Anne reproachfully. "People who haven't red hair don't know what trouble is. Lucy Maud Montgomery redhairpeople Gilbert took from his desk a little pink candy heart with a gold motto on it, “You are sweet,” and slipped it under the curve of Anne’s arm. Whereupon Anne arose, took the pink heart gingerly between the tips of her fingers, dropped it on the floor, ground it to powder beneath her heel, and resumed her position without deigning to bestow a glance on Gilbert. Lucy Maud Montgomery curvesheartsweet If a kiss could be seen I think it would look like a violet. Lucy Maud Montgomery kissingvioletlooks Nobody whom this war has touched will ever be happy again in quite the same way. But it will be a better happiness, I think, little sister - a happiness we've earned. Lucy Maud Montgomery little-sisterwarthinking Welcome, Anne. I thought you'd come today. You belong to the afternoon so it brought you. Things that belong together are sure to come together. What a lot of trouble that would save some people if they only knew it. But they don't...and so they waste beautiful energy moving heaven and earth to bring things together that don't belong. Lucy Maud Montgomery beautifulpeoplemoving Despair is a free man--hope is a slave. Lucy Maud Montgomery slavedespairmen I wonder what it would be like to live in a world where it was always June. Lucy Maud Montgomery junewould-besummer Anne reveled in the world of color about her. "Oh, Marilla," she exclaimed one Saturday morning, coming dancing in with her arms full of gorgeous boughs, "I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers. It would be terrible if we just skipped from September to November, wouldn't it? Look at these maple branches. Don't they give you a thrill--several thrills? Lucy Maud Montgomery colormorninggiving I have really done so few bad things that they have to keep harping on the old ones [.] Lucy Maud Montgomery bad-thingsdone That's all the freedom we canhope for - the freedom to choose our prison. [...] Lucy Maud Montgomery freedom-to-chooseprison Valancy herself had never quite relinquished a certain pitiful, shamed, little hope that Romance would come her way yet - never, until this wet, horrible morning, when she wakened to the fact that she was twenty-nine and unsought by any man. Ay, there lay the sting. Valancy did not mind so much being an old maid. After all, she thought, being an old maid couldn’t possibly be as dreadful as being married to an Uncle Wellignton or an Uncle Benjamin, or even an Uncle Herbert. What hurt her was that she had never had a chance to be anything but an old maid. Lucy Maud Montgomery uncleshurtmorning Love you! Girl, you're in the very core of my heart. I hold you there like a jewel. Didn't I promise you I'd never tell you a lie? Love you! I love you with all there is of me to love. Heart, soul, brain. Every fibre of body and spirit thrilling to the sweetness of you. There's nobody in the world for me but you, Valancy. Lucy Maud Montgomery girllove-youlying I've had a splendid time," she concluded happily, "and I feel that it marks an epoch in my life. But the best of it all was the coming home. Lucy Maud Montgomery splendidmarkhome never write a line you'd be ashamed to read at your own funeral. Lucy Maud Montgomery funerallineswriting A bosom friend - an intimate friend, you know - a really kindred spirit to whom I can confide my inmost soul. Lucy Maud Montgomery soulbest-friendfriendship
