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
It's the worst kind of cruelty — the thoughtless kind. You can't cope with it.
It was really dreadful to be so different from other people…and yet rather wonderful, too, as if you were a being strayed from another star.
You can't have many exclamation points left,' thought Anne, 'but no doubt the supply of italics is inexhaustible.
Life owes me something more than it has paid me and I’m going out to collect it…
But just think what a dull world it would be if everyone was sensible,' pleaded Anne.
The woods call to us with a hundred voices, but the sea has one only — a mighty voice that drowns our souls in its majestic music. The woods are human, but the sea is of the company of the archangels.
She had never before minded being alone. Now she dreaded it. When she was alone now she felt so dreadfully alone.
You must pay the penalty of growing-up, Paul. You must leave fairyland behind you.
Most of the trouble in life comes from misunderstanding, I think,' said Anne.
I feel as if something has been torn suddenly out of my life and left a terrible hole. I feel as if I couldn't be I — as if I must have changed into somebody else and couldn't get used to it. It gives me a horrible lonely, dazed, helpless feeling. It's good to see you again — it seems as if you were a sort of anchor for my drifting soul.
It's bad enough to feel insignificant, but it's unbearable to have it grained into your soul that you will never, can never, be anything but insignificant…
…it's so dreadful to have nothing to love — life is so empty — and there's nothing worse than emptiness…
Gilbert put his arm about them. 'Oh, you mothers!' he said. 'You mothers! God knew what He was about when He made you.
Anne’s horizons had closed in since the night she had sat there after coming home from Queen’s; but if the path set before her feet was to be narrow she knew that flowers of quiet happiness would bloom along it. The joys of sincere work and worthy aspiration and congenial friendship were to be hers; nothing could rob her of her birthright of fancy or her ideal world of dreams. And there was always the bend in the road!