I feel as though someone’s handed me the moon and I don’t exactly know what to do with it. — Lucy Maud Montgomery
But was anything in life, Anne asked herself wearily, like one’s imagination of it? — Lucy Maud Montgomery
Life owes me something more than it has paid me and I’m going out to collect it… — Lucy Maud Montgomery
But just think what a dull world it would be if everyone was sensible,’ pleaded Anne. — Lucy Maud Montgomery
It would be lovely to sleep in a wild cherry-tree all white with bloom in the moonshine — Lucy Maud Montgomery
I’d rather look ridiculous when everybody else does than plain and sensible all by myself. — Lucy Maud Montgomery
That’s one splendid thing about such affairs — it’s so lovely to look back to them. — Lucy Maud Montgomery