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— Lucy Maud Montgomery
Lavish Anne Of Windy Poplars quotations
I hate to lend a book I love...it never seems quite the same when it comes back to me.
Do you know, Gilbert, there are times when I strongly suspect that I love you!
I've always loved the night and I'll like lying awake and thinking over everything in life, past, present and to come. Especially to come.
Nobody is ever too old to dream. And dreams never grow old.
Gilbert darling, don't let's ever be afraid of things.
It's such dreadful slavery. Let's be daring and adventurous and expectant. Let's dance to meet life and all it can bring to us, even if it brings scads of trouble and typhoid and twins!" (Anne to Gilbert)
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.
Gilbert, I'm afraid I'm scandalously in love with you.
You were never poor as long as you had something to love.
Nathan always believed his wife was trying to poison him but he didn't seem to mind. He said it made life kind of exciting.
Have you ever noticed how many silences there are Gilbert? The silence of the woods....of the shore....of the meadows....of the night....of the summer afternoon. All different because the undertones that thread them are different.
But there is always a November space after the leaves have fallen when she felt it was almost indecent to intrude on the woods…for their glory terrestrial had departed and their glory celestial of spirit and purity and whiteness had not yet come upon them.
It will come sometime. Some beautiful morning she will just wake up and find it is Tomorrow. Not Today but Tomorrow. And then things will happen ... wonderful things.
You can't have many exclamation points left,' thought Anne, 'but no doubt the supply of italics is inexhaustible.
Heaven grant me patience! Clothes are very important," said Anne severely
But I believe I rather like superstitious people.
They lend color to life. Wouldn't it be a rather drab world if everybody was wise and sensible . . . and good? What would we find to talk about?