“Oh, here we are at the bridge. I'm going to shut my eyes tight. I’m always afraid going over bridges. I can't help imagining that perhaps, just as we get to the middle, they'll crumple up like a jackknife and… — L.M. Montgomery Copy Share Image
“I always say good night to the things I love, just as I would to people.” — 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… — L.M. Montgomery Copy Share Image
“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
“I suppose that's how it looks in prose. But it's very different if you look at it through poetry…and I think it's nicer…' Anne… — L.M. Montgomery Copy Share Image
“Ilse and I hunted all over the old orchard today for a four-leaved clover and couldn't find one. Then I found one in a… — L.M. Montgomery Copy Share Image
“Nothing seems worthwhile. My very thoughts are old. I've thought them all before. What is the use of living after all, Anne?” — L.M. Montgomery Copy Share Image
