Maples are such sociable trees … They’re always rustling and whispering to you. — Lucy Maud Montgomery
When one great passion seizes possession of the soul all other feelings are crowded out. — Lucy Maud Montgomery
I’m always sorry when pleasant things end. Something still pleasanter may come — Lucy Maud Montgomery
But you have such dimples,” said Anne, smiling affectionately into the pretty, — Lucy Maud Montgomery
Fear is a vile thing, and is at the bottom of almost every wrong and hatred of the world. — Lucy Maud Montgomery
Nobody can keep on being angry if she looks into the heart of a pansy for a little while. — Lucy Maud Montgomery