Lucy Maud Montgomery
Lucy Maud Montgomery
Lucy Maud Montgomery OBE, publicly known as L. M. Montgomery, was a Canadian author best known for a series of novels beginning in 1908 with Anne of Green Gables. The book was an immediate success. The central character, Anne Shirley, an orphaned girl, made Montgomery famous in her lifetime and gave her an international following. The first novel was followed by a series of sequels with Anne as the central character. Montgomery went on to publish 20 novels as well as...
NationalityCanadian
ProfessionEducator
Date of Birth30 November 1874
CountryCanada
A plate of apples, an open fire, and a jolly good book are a fair substitute for heaven.
I was very much provoked. Of course, I knew there are no fairies; but that needn't prevent my thinking there is.
A cold in the head in June is an immoral thing...
It always amazes me to look at the little, wrinkled brown seeds and think of the rainbows in 'em," said Captain Jim. "When I ponder on them seeds I don't find it nowise hard to believe that we've got souls that'll live in other worlds. You couldn't hardly believe there was life in them tiny things, some no bigger than grains of dust, let alone colour and scent, if you hadn't seen the miracle, could you?
I wonder if it will be—can be—any more beautiful than this,’ murmured Anne, looking around her with the loving, enraptured eyes of those to whom ‘home’ must always be the loveliest spot in the world, no matter what fairer lands may lie under alien stars.
People who haven’t red hair don’t know what trouble is.
It's so hard to get up again—although of course the harder it is the more satisfaction you have when you do get up, haven't you?
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.
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.
How fair the realm Imagination opens to the view,
It’s so much more romantic to end a story up with a funeral than a wedding.
Thank goodness air and salvation are still free...and so is laughter.
Rilla was fond of italics, as most girls of fifteen are.
it would be lovely to sleep in a wild cherry-tree all white with bloom in the moonshine