L.M. Montgomery Quotes - Page 4

Is it Rilla-my-Rilla?

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.

Oh, of course there's a risk in marrying anybody, but, when it's all said and done, there's many a worse thing than a husband.

Nobody can keep on being angry if she looks into the heart of a pansy for a little while.

A house from which nobody ever went away without feeling better in some way. A house in which there was always laughter.

Thank goodness, we can choose our friends. We have to take our relatives as they are, and be thankful…

You've all been so sure that life is good that I've never been able to disbelieve it. Never will be able to.

You may tire of reality but you never tire of dreams.

She had dreamed some brilliant dreams during the past winter and now they lay in the dust around her. In her present mood of self-disgust, she could not immediately begin dreaming again. And she discovered that, while solitude with dreams is glorious, solitude without them has few charms.

Even when I'm alone I have real good company - dreams and imaginations and pretendings. I like to be alone now and then, just to think over things and taste them. But I love friendships - and nice, jolly little times with people.

Listen to the trees talking in their sleep,' she whispered, as he lifted her to the ground. 'What nice dreams they must have!

Everybody has. It wouldn't do for us to have all our dreams fulfilled. We would be as good as dead if we had nothing left to dream about.

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.

There is no such thing as freedom on earth," he said. "Only different kinds of bondages. And comparative bondages. YOU think you are free now because you've escaped from a peculiarly unbreakable kind of bondage. But are you? You love me - THAT'S a bondage.

Oh, as Dean says, nobody is free - never, except just for a few brief moments now and then, when the flash comes, or when as on my haystack night, the soul slips over into eternity for a little space. All the rest of our years we are slaves to something - traditions - conventions - ambitions - relations.

Oh", she thought, "how horrible it is that people have to grow up-and marry-and change!

People told her she hadn't changed much, in a tone which hinted they were surprised and a little disappointed she hadn't.

I've put out a lot of little roots these two years," Anne told the moon, "and when I'm pulled up they're going to hurt a great deal. But it's best to go, I think, and, as Marilla says, there's no good reason why I shouldn't. I must get out all my ambitions and dust them.

Changes come all the time. Just as soon as things get really nice they change,' she said with a sigh.

People who are different from other people are always called peculiar,' said Anne.