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
Make them do as you want them to," she said. "I can’t," mourned Anne. "Averil is such an unmanageable heroine. She will do and say things I never meant her to. Then that spoils everything that went before and I have to write it all over again.
I'd rather look ridiculous when everybody else does than plain and sensible all by myself.
I suppose it was a romantic was to perish... for a mouse
Why did dusk and fir-scent and the afterglow of autumnal sunsets make people say absurd things?
There are many worse friends than the soft, silent, furry, cat-folk.
When people ask me what on earth I want to keep two cats for I tell them I keep them to do my resting for me.
I'm always sorry when pleasant things end. Something still pleasanter may come after, but you can never be sure.
Oh", she thought, "how horrible it is that people have to grow up-and marry-and change!
Don't believe in imagining things different from what they really are. When the Lord puts us in certain circumstances He doesn't mean for us to imagine them away.
Reading stories is bad enough but writing them is worse.
That is one consolation when you are poor—there are so many more things you can imagine about.
Folks that has brought up children know that there's no hard and fast method in the world that'll suit every child. But them as never have think it's all as plain and easy as Rule of Three—just set your three terms down so fashion, and the sum'll work out correct.
When people mean to be good to you, you don't mind very much when they're not quite—always.
There is no use in loving things if you have to be torn from them, is there? And it's so hard to keep from loving things, isn't it?