“I’m going home to an old country farmhouse, once green, rather faded now, set among leafless apple orchards. There is a brook below and a December fir wood beyond, where I’ve heard harps swept by the fingers of rain and… — L.M. Montgomery Copy Share
“She'd been real melancholy in the fall — religious melancholy — it ran in her family. Her father worried so much over believing that he had committed the unpardonable sin that he died in the asylum.” — L.M. Montgomery Copy Share Image
“The other day Nan said, 'Nothing can ever be quite the same for any of us again.' It made me feel rebellious. Why shouldn't… — L.M. Montgomery Copy Share Image
“I don't think it's any help that it's your habit. What would you think of a person who went about sticking pins and needles… — L.M. Montgomery Copy Share Image
“What a splendid day! Isn't it good just to be alive on a day like this? I pity the people who aren't born yet… — L.M. Montgomery Copy Share Image
“I told you the Bible was more to be depended on than newspapers!” — L.M. Montgomery Copy Share Image
“On a day like this there's no such word as fail in my bright lexicon.” — L.M. Montgomery Copy Share Image
“I took the brooch because I was too overcome with irresistible temptation. I was imagining I was Lady Cordelia Fitzgerald, and I just had… — L.M. Montgomery Copy Share Image
“…she made a poem on it at once, the lines singing themselves through her consciousness without effort. With one side of her nature she liked writing prose best– with the other she liked writing poetry. This side was uppermost tonight and her very thoughts ran into rhyme. A great, pulsating star hung low in the sky over Indian Head. Emily… — L.M. Montgomery Copy Share
“I think there are two kinds of TRUE THINGS-- true things that ARE, and true things that ARE NOT, but MIGHT be.” — L.M. Montgomery Copy Share Image
“when the darkness is close to us it is a friend. But when we sorter push it away from us—divorce ourselves from it, so… — L.M. Montgomery Copy Share Image
