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 fools that make all the trouble in the world, not the wicked.
You are the only person who loves me in the world," said Elizabeth. "When you talk to me I smell violets.
Don't be ridiculous, please.' The most insulting words in the world!
I'm afraid our old world has come to an end, Rilla. We've got to face the fact. (Walter)
Since ever the world was spinning And till the world shall end You've your man in the beginning Or you have him in the end, But to have him from start to finish And neither nor borrow nor lend Is what all of the girls are wanting And none of the gods can send
Make a little room in your plans for romance again, Anne, girl. All the degrees and scholarships in the world can’t make up for the lack of it. ~Aunt Josephine to Anne in Anne Of Green Gables
I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.
In daylight I belong to the world . . . in the night to sleep and eternity. But in the dusk I'm free from both and belong only to myself . . . and you
...a little "appreciation" sometimes does quite as much good as all the conscientious "bringing up" in the world.
The world looks like something God had just imaged for his own pleasure, doesn't it?
Kindred spirits are not so scarce as I used to think. It's splendid to find out there are so many of them in the world.
But really, Marilla, one can't stay sad very long in such an interesting world, can one?
God's in His heaven, alls right with the world', whispered Anne softly.
Dear old world', she murmured, 'you are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in you.