We should regret our mistakes and learn from them, but never carry them forward into the future with us.
—Lucy Maud Montgomery
Topics: Remorse, Regret, Disappointment
Twilight drops her curtain down, and pins it with a star.
—Lucy Maud Montgomery
Topics: Night
It only seems as if you are doing something when you’re worrying.
—Lucy Maud Montgomery
Topics: Worry
Isn’t it splendid to think of all the things there are to find out about? It just makes me feel glad to be alive—it’s such an interesting world.
—Lucy Maud Montgomery
Topics: Positive Attitudes, Optimism, Mindsets
Next to trying and winning, the best thing is trying and failing.
—Lucy Maud Montgomery
Topics: Winning
Some people go through life trying to find out what the world holds for them only to find out too late that it’s what they bring to the world that really counts.
—Lucy Maud Montgomery
Topics: Life and Living, Luck
That is one good thing about this world…there are always sure to be more springs.
—Lucy Maud Montgomery
Topics: World
There had been an autumn storm of wind and rain, lasting for three days. Thunderous had been the crash of billows on the rocks, wild the white spray and spume that blew over the bar, troubled and misty and tempest-torn the erstwhile blue peace of Four Winds Harbor. Now it was over, and the shore lay clean-washed after the storm; not a wind stirred, but there was still a fine surf on, dashing on sand and rock in a splendid white turmoil—the only restless thing in the great, pervading stillness and peace.
—Lucy Maud Montgomery
There is a great solitude about such a shore. The woods are never solitary- they are full of whispering, beckoning, friendly life. But the sea is a mighty soul, forever moaning of some great, unshareable sorrow, which shuts it up into itself for all eternity. We can never pierce its infinite mystery- we may only wander, awed and spell-bound, on the outer fringe of it. 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.
—Lucy Maud Montgomery
Topics: Nature
Again at Park Corner. We came up to Kensington yesterday evening and drove down here. It was a beautiful evening and our drive was delightful. Besides, for me it had the charm of old scenes revisited. And when we came over the Irishtown hills and saw the beautiful gulf again and heard its low distant murmur, I thought of another evening long ago.
—Lucy Maud Montgomery
Topics: Reflection
You never know what peace is until you walk on the shores or in the fields or along the winding red roads of Prince Edward Island in a summer twilight when the dew is falling and the old stars are peeping out and the sea keeps its mighty tryst with the little land it loves. You find your soul then. You realize that youth is not a vanished thing but something that dwells forever in the heart.
—Lucy Maud Montgomery
Topics: Youth
For five months I got up at six o’clock and got dressed by the lamplight. The fire would not yet be on. The house was very cold but I would put on a heavy coat, sit with my feet up to keep them from freezing and with fingers so cramped that I could scarcely hold a pen. I would write my stunt for the day. Sometimes it would be a poem in which I would carol blithely of blue skies and rippling brooks and flowery meads! Then I would thaw out my hands, eat breakfast and go to school. When people say to me, as they occasionally do, ‘Oh how I envy your gift, how I wish I could write as you do’, I am inclined to wonder, with some inward amusement, how much they would have envied me on those dark, cold, winter mornings of my apprenticeship.
—Lucy Maud Montgomery
Topics: Authors & Writing
What had seemed easy in imagination was rather hard in reality.
—Lucy Maud Montgomery
Topics: Appearance
Tomorrow is always fresh, with no mistakes in it.
—Lucy Maud Montgomery
Topics: Fresh
The last day of the old year was one of those bright, cold, dazzling winter days, which bombard us with their brilliancy, and command our admiration but never our love.
—Lucy Maud Montgomery
Topics: Winter
But have you ever noticed one encouraging thing about me, Marilla? I never make the same mistake twice. Oh don’t you see, Marilla? There must be a limit to the mistakes one person can make, and when I get to the end of them, then I’ll be through with them. That’s a very comforting thought.
—Lucy Maud Montgomery
Topics: Mistakes
Here with hosts of friends
I revel who can never change or chill;
Though the fleeting years and seasons
they are fair and faithful still!
Kings and courtiers, knights and jesters,
belles and beaux of far away,
Meet and mingle with the beauties
and the heroes of to-day.
All the lore of ancient sages,
all the light of souls divine,
All the music, wit and wisdom
of the gray old world is mine,
Garnered here where fall the shadows
of the mystic pineland’s gloom!
And I sway an airy kingdom
from my little book-lined room.
—Lucy Maud Montgomery
Topics: Libraries
As a rule, I am very careful to be shallow and conventional where depth and originality are wasted.
—Lucy Maud Montgomery
Gossip, as usual, was one-third right and two-thirds wrong.
—Lucy Maud Montgomery
Topics: Gossip
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