Top 500 L.M. Montgomery Quotes (2024 Update)
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251. “April came tiptoeing in beautifully that year with sunshine and soft winds for a few days; and then a driving northeast snowstorm dropped a white blanket over the world.”

— L.M. Montgomery

252. “I love bright red drinks, don’t you? They taste twice as good as any other color.”

— L.M. Montgomery

253. “It’s lovely to be going home and know it’s home. I love green gables already, and I’ve never loved any place before. Oh, Marilla, I’m so happy.”

— L.M. Montgomery

254. “Nobody whom this war has touched will ever be happy again in quite the same way. But it will be a better happiness, I think, little sister – a happiness we’ve earned.”

— L.M. Montgomery

255. “I’m not in the depths of despair this morning. I never can be in the morning. Isn’t it a splendid thing that there are mornings?”

— L.M. Montgomery

256. “Yet he was a rather nice-looking young man, with crinkly russet eyes and crinkly red-brown hair, not to mention a chin that gave the world assurance of a chin.”

— L.M. Montgomery

257. “There is some good in every person if you can find it. It is a teacher’s duty to find and develop it.”

— L.M. Montgomery

258. “Well, that is another hope gone. My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.”

— L.M. Montgomery

259. “They belonged to each other; and, no matter what life might hold for them, it could never alter that. Their happiness was in each other’s keeping and both were unafraid.”

— L.M. Montgomery

260. “Why did dusk and fir-scent and the afterglow of autumnal sunsets make people say absurd things?”

— L.M. Montgomery

261. “As she walked along she dramatized the night. There was about it a wild, lawless charm that appealed to a certain wild, lawless strain hidden deep in Emily’s nature – the strain of the gypsy and the poet, the genius and the fool.”

— L.M. Montgomery

262. “One can’t get over the habit of being a little girl all at once.”

— L.M. Montgomery

263. “I don’t think there is much fear of your dying of grief as long as you can talk, Anne,” said Marilla unsympathetically.”

— L.M. Montgomery

264. “I’ve always loved the night and I’ll like lying awake and thinking over everything in life, past, present and to come. Especially to come.”

— L.M. Montgomery

265. “She looked like a head-on collision between a fashion plate and a nightmare.”

— L.M. Montgomery

266. “We don’t know where we’re going, but isn’t is fun to go?”

— L.M. Montgomery

267. “People who haven’t red hair don’t know what trouble is.”

— L.M. Montgomery

268. “She had died in her sleep, painlessly and calmly, and on her face was a smile- as if, after all, death had come as a kindly friend to lead her over the threshold, instead of the grisly phantom she had dreaded... Anne, looking down through a mist of tears, at her old playfellow, thought she saw the face of God had meant Ruby to have, and remembered it so always.”

— L.M. Montgomery

269. “When you’ve learned to laugh at the things that should be laughed at, and not to laugh at those that shouldn’t, you’ve got wisdom and understanding. -Aunt Jimsie.”

— L.M. Montgomery

270. “Mrs. Spencer said it was wicked of me to talk like that, but I didn’t mean to be wicked. It’s so easy to be wicked without knowing it, isn’t it?”

— L.M. Montgomery

271. “There is no use in loving things if you have to be torn from them, is there?”

— L.M. Montgomery

272. “Blessings be the inventor of the alphabet, pen and printing press! Life would be – to me in all events – a terrible thing without books.”

— L.M. Montgomery

273. “Death grows friendlier as we grow older.”

— L.M. Montgomery

274. “At seventeen dreams DO satisfy because you think the realities are waiting for you farther on.”

— L.M. Montgomery

275. “A child of about eleven, garbed in a very short, very tight, very ugly dress of yellowish-gray wincey. She wore a faded brown sailor hat and beneath the hat, extending down her back, were two braids of very thick, decidedly red hair. Her face was small, white and thin, also much freckled; her mouth was large and so were her eyes, which looked green in some lights and moods and gray in others.”

— L.M. Montgomery

276. “Today has been a day dropped out of June into April.”

— L.M. Montgomery

277. “It had always seemed to Emily, ever since she could remember, that she was very, very near to a world of wonderful beauty. Between it and herself hung only a thin curtain; she could never draw the curtain aside – but sometimes, just for a moment, a wind fluttered it and then it was as if she caught a glimpse of the enchanting realm beyond – only a glimpse – and heard a note of unearthly music.”

— L.M. Montgomery

278. “Even when I’m alone, I have real good company – dreams and imaginations and pretendings.”

— L.M. Montgomery

279. “For there is no bond more lasting than that formed by the mutual confidences of that magic time when youth is slipping from the sheath of childhood and beginning to wonder what lies for it beyond those misty hills that bound the golden road.”

— L.M. Montgomery

280. “And he wrote, “When the moon rises tonight think of me and I’ll think of you.”

— L.M. Montgomery

281. “Josie is a Pye,” said Marilla sharply, “so she can’t help being disagreeable. I suppose people of that kind serve some useful purpose in society, but I must say I don’t know what it is any more than I know the use of thistles.”

— L.M. Montgomery

282. “Many people have told me that they regretted Matthew’s death in Green Gables. I regret it myself. If I had the book to write over again I would spare Matthew for several years. But when I wrote it I thought he must die, that there might be a necessity for self-sacrifice on Anne’s part, so poor Matthew joined the long procession of ghosts that haunt my literary past.”

— L.M. Montgomery

283. “Ruby Gillis thinks of nothing but young men, and the older she gets the worse she is. Young men are all very well in their place, but it doesn’t do to drag them into everything, does it?”

— L.M. Montgomery

284. “I read a story tonight. It ended unhappily. I was wretched until I had invented a happy ending for it. I shall always end my stories happily. I don’t care whether it’s “true to life” or not. It’s true to life as it should be and that’s a better truth than the other.”

— L.M. Montgomery

285. “No use in taking a cat’s opinion of a dog.”

— L.M. Montgomery

286. “I’ve just been imagining that it was really me you wanted after all and that I was to stay here for ever and ever. It was a great comfort while it lasted. But the worst of imagining things is that the time comes when you have to stop and that hurts.”

— L.M. Montgomery

287. “Outside in the garden, which was full of mellow sunset light streaming through the dark old firs to the west of it, stood Anne and Diana, gazing bashfully at each other over a clump of gorgeous tiger lilies.”

— L.M. Montgomery

288. “There is a book of Revelation in every one’s life, as there is in the Bible.”

— L.M. Montgomery

289. “Outgrowing things we love is never a pleasant process.”

— L.M. Montgomery

290. “Anne always remembered the silvery, peaceful beauty and fragrant calm of that night. It was the last night before sorrow touched her life; and no life is ever quite the same again when once that cold, sanctifying touch has been laid upon it.”

— L.M. Montgomery

291. “Well, I don’t want to be any one but myself, even if I go uncomforted by diamonds all my life.”

— L.M. Montgomery

292. “But the worst of imagining things is that the time comes when you have to stop and that hurts.”

— L.M. Montgomery

293. “Don’t look at me so sorrowfully and so disapprovingly, dearest. I can’t be sober and serious – everything looks so rosy and rainbowy to me.”

— L.M. Montgomery

294. “Reading stories is bad enough but writing them is worse.”

— L.M. Montgomery

295. “Don’t be very frightened, Marilla. I was walking the ridge-pole and I fell off. I suspect I have sprained my ankle. But, Marilla, I might have broken my neck. Let us look on the bright side of things.”

— L.M. Montgomery

296. “When I make up my mind to do a thing it stays made up.”

— L.M. Montgomery

297. “The night was so very still that one should have been able to hear the whisper of roses in blossom – the laughter of daisies – the piping of grasses – many sweet sounds, all tangled up together. The beauty of moonlight on familiar fields irradiated the world.”

— L.M. Montgomery

298. “It was three o’clock in the morning – the wisest and most accursed hour of the clock. But sometimes it sets us free.”

— L.M. Montgomery

299. “Don’t give up all your romance, Anne,” he whispered shyly, “a little bit is a good thing – not too much, of course, but keep a little of it, Anne, keep a little of it.”

— L.M. Montgomery

300. “She makes me love her and I like people who make me love them. It saves me so much trouble making myself love them.”

— L.M. Montgomery