Quotes from LM Montgomery

Oh, but there are, Marilla," cried Anne eagerly. "I know people who have seen them. And they are respectable people. Charlie Sloane says that his grandmother saw his grandfather driving home the cows one night after he'd been buried for a year. You know Charlie Sloane's grandmother wouldn't tell a story for anything. She's a very religious woman. And Mrs. Thomas's father was pursued home one night by a lamb of fire with its head

Nathan always believed his wife was trying to poison him but he didn't seem to mind. He said it made life kind of exciting.

Ãœniversite eÄŸitiminden almak istediÄŸim ÅŸey, hayat? en iyi ÅŸekilde yaÅŸamak konusunda biraz bilgi ve bildiklerimle elimden gelenin en iyisini yapabilmek. Kendimi ve diÄŸer insanlar? anlamay?, onlara yard?m etmeyi öÄŸrenmek istiyorum.

On Monday I received a letter from Golden Days, a Philadelphia juvenile, accepting a short story I had sent there and enclosing a cheque for five dollars. It was the first money my pen had ever earned; I did not squander it in riotous living, neither did I invest it in necessary boots and gloves. I went up town and bought five volumes of poetry with it -- Tennyson, Byron, Milton, Longfellow, Whittier. I wanted something I could keep for ever in memory of having arrived.

There are lots of things that never go by rule, There's a powerful pile o' knowledge That you never get at college, There are heaps of things you never learn at school.

I fear the name of friendship is often degraded to a kind of intimacy that has nothing of real friendship in it.

I believe in a girl being fitted to earn her own living whether she ever has to or not. You'll

I do not know the difference between them, for the politics of the Yankees is a puzzle I cannot solve, study it as I may. But as far as seeing through a grindstone goes, I am afraid— Susan shook her head dubiously, that they are all tarred with the same brush.

What is to be will be, and what isn't to be happens sometimes.

It's a dreadful mistake to cherish bitterness for years... hugging it to our hearts like a treasure.

Mrs. Lynde says Mrs. Wrights grandfather stole a sheep but Marilla says we mustent speak ill of the dead. Why mustent we, Anne? I want to know. It's pretty safe ain't it?

Fear is more pain than is the pain it fears