How fair the realm Imagination opens to the view.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYHow fair the realm Imagination opens to the view.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYLife, deal gently with her … Love, never desert her
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYtrees, unlike so many humans, always improve on acquaintance. No matter how much you like them at the start you are sure to like them much better further on, and best of all when you have known them for years and enjoyed intercourse with them in all seasons.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYI’m afraid our old world has come to an end, Rilla. We’ve got to face the fact. (Walter)
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYSome nights are like honey – and some like wine – and some like wormwood.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYA child that has a quick temper, just blaze up and cool down, ain’t never likely to be sly or deceitful.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYThere are so many unpleasant things in the world already that there is no use in imagining any more.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYMatthew, much to his own surprise, was enjoying himself. Like most quiet folks he liked talkative people when they were willing to do the talking themselves and did not expect him to keep up his end of it.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYDear old world’, she murmured, ‘you are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in you.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYNothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYmost people worry so much, they think you’re not right if you don’t worry.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYWe should regret our mistakes and learn from them, but never carry them forward into the future with us.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYWhat had seemed easy in imagination was rather hard in reality.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYFacts are stubborn things, but, as some one has wisely said, not half so stubborn as fallacies.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYWe pay a price for everything we get or take in this world; and although ambitions are well worth having, they are not to be cheaply won, but exact their dues of work and self denial, anxiety and discouragement.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYI’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers. It would be terrible if we just skipped from September to November, wouldn’t it?
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERY