The woods are never solitary–they are full of whispering, beckoning, friendly life. — Lucy Maud Montgomery
Because when you are imagining, you might as well imagine something worth while. — Lucy Maud Montgomery
Valancy herself had never quite relinquished a certain pitiful, shamed, little hope — Lucy Maud Montgomery
Heretics are wicked, but they’re mighty int’resting. It’s jest that they’ve got — Lucy Maud Montgomery
I love bright red drinks, don’t you? They taste twice as good as any other color. — Lucy Maud Montgomery