Top 500 L.M. Montgomery Quotes (2024 Update)
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201. “There are some things that cannot be expressed in words.”

— L.M. Montgomery

202. “Oh, aren’t you glad it is spring? The beauty of winter is that it makes you appreciate spring.”

— L.M. Montgomery

203. “If a kiss could be seen it would look like a violet.”

— L.M. Montgomery

204. “If I wasn’t a human girl I think I’d like to be a bee and live among the flowers.”

— L.M. Montgomery

205. “Oh, I like things to have handles even if they are only geraniums. It makes them seem more like people. How do you know but that it hurts a geranium’s feelings just to be called a geranium and nothing else? You wouldn’t like to be called nothing but a woman all the time.”

— L.M. Montgomery

206. “All pioneers are considered to be afflicted with moonstruck madness.”

— L.M. Montgomery

207. “It is ever so much easier to be good if your clothes are fashionable.”

— L.M. Montgomery

208. “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.”

— L.M. Montgomery

209. “Dear old world. You are very lovely and I am glad to be alive in you – Anne Shirley.”

— L.M. Montgomery

210. “The ghosts of things that never happened are worse than the ghosts of things that did.”

— L.M. Montgomery

211. “It was rapture enough just to sit there beside him in silence, alone in the summer night in the white splendor of moonshine, with the wind blowing down on them out of the pine woods.”

— L.M. Montgomery

212. “Isn’t it splendid to think of all the things there are to find out about? It just makes me feel glad to be alive – it’s such an interesting world. It wouldn’t be half so interesting if we knew all about everything, would it?”

— L.M. Montgomery

213. “Do you think amethysts can be the souls of good violets?”

— L.M. Montgomery

214. “Doesn’t matter what a person’s name is as long as he behaves himself.”

— L.M. Montgomery

215. “Fairyland is the loveliest word because it means everything the human heart desires.”

— L.M. Montgomery

216. “I’m like Kipling’s cat – I walk by my wild lone and wave my wild tail where so it pleases me.”

— L.M. Montgomery

217. “But if you have big ideas you have to use big words to express them, haven’t you?”

— L.M. Montgomery

218. “Anne has as many shades as a rainbow and every shade is the prettiest while it lasts.”

— L.M. Montgomery

219. “You make me believe in fairies, whether I will or no,” he told her, “and that means youth. As long as you believe in fairies you can’t grow old.”

— L.M. Montgomery

220. “Don’t you just love poetry that gives you a crinkly feeling up and down your back?”

— L.M. Montgomery

221. “Plum puffs can’t minister to a mind diseased or a world that’s crumbling to pieces.”

— L.M. Montgomery

222. “One could have eaten a meal off the ground without overbrimming the proverbial peck of dirt. Mrs.”

— L.M. Montgomery

223. “A body can get used to anything, even to being hanged, as the Irishman said.”

— L.M. Montgomery

224. “It’s so much more romantic to end a story up with a funeral than a wedding.”

— L.M. Montgomery

225. “Anne always liked to get up early and catch that mystical half-hour before sunrise when the world belongs to the fairies and the old gods.”

— L.M. Montgomery

226. “Wouldn’t it be nice if roses could talk? I’m sure they could tell us such lovely things.”

— L.M. Montgomery

227. “I won’t say another word – not one. I know I talk too much, but I am really trying to overcome it, and although I say far too much, yet if you only knew how much I want to say and don’t, you’d give me some credit for it.”

— L.M. Montgomery

228. “Tears don’t hurt like the ache does.”

— L.M. Montgomery

229. “Cakes have such a terrible habit of turning out bad just when you especially want them to be good.”

— L.M. Montgomery

230. “I couldn’t live where there were no trees – something vital in me would starve.”

— L.M. Montgomery

231. “Who would endure life if it were not for the hope of death?”

— L.M. Montgomery

232. “Home and I are such good friends.”

— L.M. Montgomery

233. “A woman who has a sense of humor possesses no refuge from the merciless truth about herself. She cannot think herself misunderstood. She cannot revel in self-pity. She cannot comfortably damn any one who differs from her.”

— L.M. Montgomery

234. “There is so much in the world for us all if we only have the eyes to see it, and the heart to love it, and the hand to gather it to ourselves.”

— L.M. Montgomery

235. “Then they walked home together in the dusk, crowned king and queen in the bridal realm of love, along winding paths fringed with the sweetest flowers that ever bloomed, and over haunted meadows where winds of hope and memory blew.”

— L.M. Montgomery

236. “In geometry Anne met her Waterloo. “It’s perfectly awful stuff, Marilla,” she groaned. “I’m sure I’ll never be able to make heads or tail of it. There is not scope for imagination in it at all.”

— L.M. Montgomery

237. “Gossip, as usual, was one-third right and two-thirds wrong.”

— L.M. Montgomery

238. “You must pay the penalty of growing-up, Paul. You must leave fairyland behind you.”

— L.M. Montgomery

239. “Cornelia was rightfully Mrs. Marshall Elliott, and had been Mrs. Marshall Elliott for thirteen years, but even yet more people referred to her as Miss.”

— L.M. Montgomery

240. “There is a book of revelation in everyone’s life.”

— L.M. Montgomery

241. “All the Beyond was hers with its possibilities lurking rosily in the oncoming years – each year a rose of promise to be woven into an immortal chaplet.”

— L.M. Montgomery

242. “You see,” she concluded miserably, “when I can call like that to him across space – I belong to him. He doesn’t love me – he never will – but I belong to him.”

— L.M. Montgomery

243. “It is when my umbrella turns inside out that I am convinced of the total depravity of inanimate things.”

— L.M. Montgomery

244. “We are never half so interesting when we have learned that language is given us to enable us to conceal our thoughts.”

— L.M. Montgomery

245. “There must be a limit to the mistakes one person can make, and when I get to the end of them, then I’ll be through with them. That’s a comforting thought.”

— L.M. Montgomery

246. “The woods are never solitary – they are full of whispering, beckoning, friendly life. But the sea is a mighty soul, forever moaning of some great, unshareable sorrow, which shuts it up into itself for all eternity.”

— L.M. Montgomery

247. “The Blue Chest of Rachel Ward” was another “ower-true tale.” Rachel Ward was Eliza Montgomery, a cousin of my father’s, who died in Toronto a few years ago. The blue chest was in the kitchen of Uncle John Campbell’s house at Park Corner from 1849 until her death. We children heard its story many a time and speculated and dreamed over its contents, as we sat on it to study our lessons or eat our bed-time snacks.”

— L.M. Montgomery

248. “The little things of life, sweet and excellent in their place, must not be the things lived for; the highest must be sought and followed; the life of heaven must be begun here on earth.”

— L.M. Montgomery

249. “Saying one’s prayers isn’t exactly the same thing as praying...”

— L.M. Montgomery

250. “I cannot remember the time when I was not writing, or when I did not mean to be a writer... I was an indefatigable scribbler.”

— L.M. Montgomery