130 Quotes About L-m-montgomery

…hate's got to be a disease with me.

You must pay the penalty of growing-up, Paul. You must leave fairyland behind you.

She suddenly found herself laughing without bitterness.

I read somewhere once that souls were like flowers,' said Priscilla.'Then your soul is a golden narcissus,' said Anne, 'and Diana's is like a red, red rose. Jane's is an apple blossom, pink and wholesome and sweet.''And your own is a white violet, with purple streaks in its heart,' finished Priscilla.

Look, do you see that poem?' she said suddenly, pointing.

The eastern sky above the firs was flushed faintly pink from the reflection of the west, and Anne was wondering dreamily if the spirit of color looked like that…

She had never before minded being alone. Now she dreaded it. When she was alone now she felt so dreadfully alone.

I guess you've got a spice of temper," commented Mr. Harrison, surveying the flushed cheeks and indignant eyes opposite him. "It goes with hair like yours, I reckon

…determined to enjoy her luxury of grief uncomforted.