It was October again ... a glorious October, all red and gold, with mellow mornings when the valleys were filled with delicate… — Lucy Maud Montgomery Copy Share Image
There is no use in loving things if you have to be torn from them, is there? And it's so hard to… — Lucy Maud Montgomery Copy Share Image
That's a lovely idea, Diana,' said Anne enthusiastically. 'Living so that you beautify your name, even if it wasn't beautiful to begin… — Lucy Maud Montgomery Copy Share Image
You'd find it easier to be bad than good if you had red hair." — Anne Shirley — Lucy Maud Montgomery Copy Share Image
I wonder why people so commonly suppose that if two individuals are both writers they must therefore be hugely congenial. — Lucy Maud Montgomery Copy Share Image
Gilbert darling, don't let's ever be afraid of things. It's such dreadful slavery. Let's be daring and adventurous and expectant. Let's dance… — Lucy Maud Montgomery Copy Share Image
It's as easy to give away a million as a hundred if you have not got either. — Lucy Maud Montgomery Copy Share Image
I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers. It would be terrible if we just skipped from September… — Lucy Maud Montgomery Copy Share Image
Wouldn't it be nice if roses could talk? I'm sure they could tell us such lovely things. — Lucy Maud Montgomery Copy Share Image
It only seems as if you are doing something when you're worrying. — Lucy Maud Montgomery Copy Share Image
most people worry so much, they think you're not right if you don't worry. — Lucy Maud Montgomery Copy Share Image
I'm so glad my window looks east into the sunrising- It's so splendid to see the morning coming up over those long… — Lucy Maud Montgomery Copy Share Image
Rilla's heart skipped a beat — or, if that be a physiological impossibility, she thought it did. — Lucy Maud Montgomery Copy Share Image
“Tell me this--if you knew you would be poor as a church mouse all your life--if you knew you'd never have a line published--would… — Lucy Maud Montgomery Copy Share Image
It was October again ... a glorious October, all red and gold, with mellow mornings when the valleys were filled with delicate mists as… — Lucy Maud Montgomery Copy Share Image
Without shedding of blood there is no anything. Everything, it seems to me, has to be purchased by selfsacrifice. Our race has marked every… — Lucy Maud Montgomery Copy Share Image
Isn't it good just to be alive on a day like this? I pity the people who aren't born yet for missing it. — Lucy Maud Montgomery Copy Share Image
An old house with its windows gone always makes me think of something dead with its eyes picked out. — Lucy Maud Montgomery Copy Share Image
What is it really like to be engaged?" asked Anne curiously. "Well, that all depends on who you're engaged to," answered Diana, with that… — Lucy Maud Montgomery Copy Share Image
Hark, I hear a robin calling! List, the wind is from the south! And the orchard-bloom is falling Sweet as kisses on the mouth.… — Lucy Maud Montgomery Copy Share Image
As she walked along she dramatized the night. There was about it a wild, lawless charm that appealed to a certain wild, lawless strain… — Lucy Maud Montgomery Copy Share Image
“In this life you've got to hope for the best, prepare for the worst and take whatever God sends.” — Lucy Maud Montgomery Copy Share Image
“You 're not eating anything,” said Marilla sharply, eying her as if it were a serious shortcoming. Anne sighed. “I can 't. I'm in… — Lucy Maud Montgomery Copy Share Image
