When twilight drops her curtain down And pins it with a star Remember that you have a friend Though she may wander far.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYWhen twilight drops her curtain down And pins it with a star Remember that you have a friend Though she may wander far.
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 MONTGOMERYFear is the original sin. Almost all of the evil in the world has its origin in the fact that some one is afraid of something.It is a cold slimy serpent coiling about you. It is horrible to live with fear; and it is of all things degrading.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYThere 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
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYI shall give life here my best, and I believe it will give its best to me in return.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYAll life lessons are not learned at college,’she thought. Life teaches them everywhere.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYThat is one good thing about this world – there are always sure to be more springs.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYWe are never half so interesting when we have learned that language is given us to enable us to conceal our thoughts.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYFacts are stubborn things, but, as some one has wisely said, not half so stubborn as fallacies.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYHow fair the realm Imagination opens to the view.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYDon’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.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYMaples are such sociable trees … They’re always rustling and whispering to you.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYI hate to lend a book I love…it never seems quite the same when it comes back to me.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYAnne, are you killed?’ shrieked Diana, throwing herself on her knees beside her friend. ‘Oh, Anne, dear Anne, speak just one word to me and tell me if you’re killed.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYSome nights are like honey – and some like wine – and some like wormwood.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYThe world looks like something God had just imaged for his own pleasure, doesn’t it?
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERY