Anne of Ingleside Quotes

“Snow in April is abominable," said Anne. "Like a slap in the face when you expected a kiss.”
― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Ingleside

“It's not what the world holds for you, it's what you bring to it.”
― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Ingleside

“Well, that was life. Gladness and pain...hope and fear...and change. Always change! You could not help it. You had to let the old go and take the new to your heart...learn to love it and then let it go in turn. Spring, lovely as it was, must yield to summer and summer lose itself in autumn. The birth...the bridal...the death...”
― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Ingleside

“Beauty was all around them. Unsuspected tintings glimmered in the dark demesnes of the woods and glowed in their alluring by-ways. The spring sunshine sifted through the young green leaves. Gay trills of song were everywhere. There were little hollows where you felt as if you were bathing in a pool of liquid gold. At every turn some fresh spring scent struck their faces: Spice ferns...fir balsam...the wholesome odour of newly ploughed fields. There was a lane curtained with wild-cherry blossoms; a grassy old field full of tiny spruce trees just starting in life and looking like elvish things that had sat down among the grasses; brooks not yet "too broad for leaping"; starflowers under the firs; sheets of curly young ferns; and a birch tree whence someone had torn away the white-skin wrapper in several places, exposing the tints of the bark below-tints ranging from purest creamy white, through exquisite golden tones, growing deeper and deeper until the inmost layer revealed the deepest, richest brown as if to tell tha all birches, so maiden-like and cool exteriorly, had yet warm-hued feelings; "the primeval fire of earth at their hearts.”
― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Ingleside

“You do love me, Gilbert? You haven’t said you loved me in so long."
“My dear, I didn’t think you needed words to know that. I can’t live without you.”
― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Ingleside

“Nothing ever seems impossible in spring, you know.”
― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Ingleside

“The dark hills, with the darker spruces marching over them, looked grim on early falling nights, but Ingleside bloomed with firelight and laughter, though the winds come in from the Atlantic singing of mournful things.

"Why isn't the wind happy, Mummy?" asked Walter one night.

"Because it is remembering all the sorrow of the world since it began," answered Anne.”
― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Ingleside

“Dear God, help him and help the mother . . . help all mothers everywhere. We need so much help, with the little sensitive, loving hearts and minds that look to us for guidance and love and understanding.”
― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Ingleside

“Anne smiled and sighed. The seasons that seemed so long to Baby Rilla were beginning to pass all too quickly for her. Another summer was ended, lighted out of life by the ageless gold of Lombardy torches. Soon...all too soon...the children of Ingleside would be children no longer. But they were still hers...hers to welcome when they came home at night...hers to fill life with wonder and delight...hers to love and cheer and scold...a little.”
― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Ingleside

“They were all growing so fast. In just a few short years they would be all young men and women...youth tiptoe...expectant...a-star with its sweet wild dreams...little ships sailing out of safe harbor to unknown ports. The boys would go away to their life work and the girls...ah, the mist-veiled forms of beautiful brides might be seen coming down the old stairs at Ingleside. But they would still be hers for a few years yet...hers to love and guide...to sing the songs that so many mothers had sung...Hers...and Gilbert's.”
― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Ingleside

“God doesn‘t make bargains. He gives… gives without asking anything from us in return except love.”
― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Ingleside

“It's a dreadful mistake to cherish bitterness for years... hugging it to our hearts like a treasure.”
― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Ingleside

“This is no common day, Mrs. Dr. dear," she said solemnly.

"Oh, Susan, there is no such thing as a common day. EVERY day has something about it no other day has. Haven't you noticed?”
― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Ingleside

“Time is kinder than we think,' thought Anne. 'It's a dreadful mistake to cherish bitterness for years...hugging it to our hearts like a treasure.”
― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Ingleside

“It was such a nice feeling to know that someone was looking after you... that someone wanted you... that you were important to someone.”
― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Ingleside

“Anne always liked to get up early and catch that mystical half-hour before sunrise when the world belongs to the fairies and the old gods.”
― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Ingleside

“I should have found out what was troubling her. But I've been too much taken up with other things this week . . . things that really mattered nothing compared to a child's unhappiness. Think of what the poor darling has suffered."

She stooped repentantly, gloatingly over them. They were still hers . . . wholly hers, to mother and love and protect. They still came to her with every love and grief of their little hearts. For a few years longer they would be hers . . . and then? Anne shivered. Motherhood was very sweet . . . but very terrible.

"I wonder what life holds for them," she whispered.”
― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Ingleside

“Anne sewed and planned little winter wardrobes..."Nan must have a red dress, since she is so set on it"...and sometimes thought of Hannah, weaving her little coat every year for the small Samuel. Mothers were the same all through the centuries...a great sisterhood of love and service...the remembered and the unremembered alike.”
― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Ingleside

“Well, that was life. Gladness and pain … hope and fear … and change. Always change! You could not help it. You had to let the old go and take the new to your heart … learn to love it and then let it go in turn. Spring, lovely as it was, must yield to summer and summer lose itself in autumn. The birth … the bridal … the death…”
― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Ingleside

“Susan Baker,' she says to me, 'I hope you never light a fire with coal-oil. Or leave oily rags lying around, Susan. They have been known to cause spontaneous combustion in less than an hour. How would you like to stand and watch this house burn down, Susan, knowing it was your fault?' Well, Miss Dew dear, I had my laugh on her over that. It was that very night she set her curtains on fire and the yells of her are ringing in my ears yet.”
― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Ingleside

“Every one has some fault but also some virtue … something that distinguishes it from all the others … gives it a personality. I”
― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Ingleside:

“A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush,' Mrs. Morris told her."

"I've heard that proverb all my life," said Myra Murray, "and I wonder if it's true. Perhaps the birds in the bush could sing and the one in the hand couldn't.”
― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Ingleside

“Some folks think they are luxuries,' I said, 'but at Ingleside we think they are necessities.”
― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Ingleside

“Leslie Ford, looking at him, thought that he had the face of a genius … the remote, detached look of a soul from another star. Earth was not his habitat.”
― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Ingleside

“And yet … it's the little things that fret the holes in life … like moths … and ruin it.”
― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Ingleside:

“It is as easy to give away a million as a hundred if you have not got either.”
― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Ingleside

“... and white lovely hands which she would wring as she walked in the garden at night, waiting for the one true lover she had disdained and learned too late to love...”
― Lucy Maud Montgomery, Anne of Ingleside

“A imaginação é uma coisa maravilhosa de se ter, mas, como acontece com todos os outros dons, temos de dominá-la; não podemos deixar que as fantasias nos dominem.”
― Lucy Maud Montgomery, Anne of Ingleside

“Primavera... primavera! Senhora Blythe, estou ficando velho. Às vezes me pego constatando que as estações têm mudado. O inverno já não é mais como antes; não reconheço o verão; e a primavera, então? Não há primaveras hoje em dia. Pelo menos é assim que me sinto, quando as pessoas que conhecemos não estão mais aqui para compartilhá-las conosco.”
― Lucy Maud Montgomery, Anne of Ingleside

“– Gosto muito de papoulas – declarou a senhorita Cornelia –, embora elas não durem muito. – Elas têm apenas um dia de vida – Anne admitiu –, mas como o vivem majestosa e lindamente! Isso não é melhor do que ser uma zínia triste e comum que dura praticamente para sempre?”
― Lucy Maud Montgomery, Anne of Ingleside