Lucy Maud Montgomery citáty

„Ráno možno začať vždy odznova a bez chýb.“

„Zo skúsenosti viem, že si možno takmer vždy spríjemniť život, ak sa pevne rozhodnete, že si ho chcete spríjemniť.“

„Zistila však, že pomsta neublíži nikomu do takej miery, ako tomu, kto sa o ňu pokúša.“

„Som jednoducho "knihoholik". Knihy majú pre mňa rovnaké neodolateľné pokušenie ako alkohol pre svojho vyznávača. Nedokážem im odolať.“

„Nikdy nie je celkom bezpečné myslieť si, že sme so životom skončili. Keď si myslíme, že sme svoj príbeh dokončili, osud má trik, ako obrátiť stránku a ukázať nám ešte ďalšiu kapitolu.“

„Gilbert bol priateľský - veľmi priateľský - až príliš priateľský.... Ale Anne to už neprinášalo uspokojenie. Ruža lásky spôsobila, že kvet priateľstva bol v kontraste s ňou bledý a bez vône.“

„V tú noc však dlho nespala a nechcela spať. Jej predstavy po prebudení boli lákavejšie ako akákoľvek vízia krajiny snov. Prišiel konečne skutočný princ? Pri spomienke na tie nádherné tmavé oči, ktoré sa tak hlboko zahľadeli do jej očí, sa Anna veľmi prikláňala k názoru, že áno.“

„Nerozprávali sa, ani sa nechceli rozprávať. Akoby sa báli hovoriť pre obavu z toho, že pokazia niečo krásne.“

„Spomenul som si, že Elizabeth sa počas nášho rozhovoru ani raz nezasmiala. Mám pocit, že sa to nenaučila. Veľký dom je taký tichý, osamelý a bez smiechu. Vyzerá nudne a pochmúrne aj teraz, keď svet hýri jesennými farbami. Malá Elizabeth sa príliš venuje počúvaniu strateného šepotu.
Myslím, že jedným z mojich poslaní v Summerside bude naučiť ju ako sa smiať.“

„Nech je deň krátky alebo dlhý, nakoniec zaznie večerná pieseň.“

„Žena jej povedala, že zajtrajšok nikdy nepríde, ale Elizabeth to vie lepšie. Jedného dňa príde. Jedného krásneho rána sa jednoducho zobudí a zistí, že je zajtra. Nie dnes, ale zajtra. A potom sa budú diať veci... nádherné veci. Možno bude mať dokonca deň, v ktorom si bude môcť robiť presne to, čo chce, a nikto ju nebude sledovať...“

„Jej zmätok ho upokojil a on zabudol na ostych; okrem toho, aj tí najostýchavejší muži dokážu byť za mesačného svitu niekedy celkom odvážni.“

„Ale pocit je niečo iné ako poznanie.“

„Komédia a tragédia sa v živote tak miešajú, Gilbert. Jediné, čo ma prenasleduje, je ten príbeh o dvoch, ktorí spolu žili päťdesiat rokov a celý ten čas sa nenávideli. Nemôžem uveriť, že to tak skutočne bolo. Ktosi povedal, že "nenávisť je len láska, ktorá netrafila na svoju cestu". Som si istá, že pod tou nenávisťou sa naozaj skrývala láska... tak ako som ja skutočne milovala teba celé tie roky, aj keď som si myslela, že ťa nenávidím.“

“What a comfort one familiar face is in a howling wilderness of strangers!”

“I am simply a 'book drunkard.' Books have the same irresistible temptation for me that liquor has for its devotee. I cannot withstand them.”

“I remembered Elizabeth had never laughed once during our talk. I feel that she hasn't learned how. The great house is so still and lonely and laughterless. It looks dull and gloomy even now when the world is a riot of autumn color. Little Elizabeth is doing too much listening to lost whispers.
I think one of my missions in Summerside will be to teach her how to laugh.”

“"I wended my way to the graveyard this evening," wrote Anne to Gilbert after she got home. "I think 'wend your way' is a lovely phrase and I work it in whenever I can. It sounds funny to say I enjoyed my stroll in the graveyard but I really did. Miss Courtaloe's stories were so funny. Comedy and tragedy are so mixed up in life, Gilbert. The only thing that haunts me is that tale of the two who lived together fifty years and hated each other all that time. I can't believe they really did. Somebody has said that 'hate is only love that has missed its way.' I feel sure that under the hatred they really loved each other… just as I really loved you all those years I thought I hated you… and I think death would show it to them."”

“Be the day short or be the day long, at last it weareth to evening song.”

“We stood there and talked while Elizabeth sipped her milk daintily and she told me all about Tomorrow. The Woman had told her that Tomorrow never comes, but Elizabeth knows better. It will come sometime. Some beautiful morning she will just wake up and find it is Tomorrow. Not Today but Tomorrow. And then things will happen... wonderful things. She may even have a day to do exactly as she likes in, with nobody watching her... though I think Elizabeth feels that is too good to happen even in Tomorrow. Or she may find out what is at the end of the harbor road... that wandering, twisting road like a nice red snake, that leads, so Elizabeth thinks, to the end of the world. Perhaps the Island of Happiness is there. Elizabeth feels sure there is an Island of Happiness somewhere where all the ships that never come back are anchored, and she will find it when Tomorrow comes.”

“They did not talk or want to talk. It was as if they were afraid to talk for fear of spoiling something beautiful. But Anne had never felt so near Katherine Brooke before. By some magic of its own the winter night had brought them together... almost together but not quite.
When they came out to the main road and a sleigh flashed by, bells ringing, laughter tinkling, both girls gave an involuntary sigh. It seemed to both that they were leaving behind a world that had nothing in common with the one to which they were returning... a world where time was not... which was young with immortal youth... where souls communed with each other in some medium that needed nothing so crude as words.”

“It is never quite safe to think we have done with life. When we imagine we have finished our story fate has a trick of turning the page and showing us yet another chapter.”

“Her confusion put him at ease and he forgot to be shy; besides, even the shyest of men can sometimes be quite audacious in moonlight.”

“But she lay long awake that night, nor did she wish for sleep. Her waking fancies were more alluring than any vision of dreamland. Had the real Prince come at last? Recalling those glorious dark eyes which had gazed so deeply into her own, Anne was very strongly inclined to think he had.”

“But feeling is so different from knowing.”

“She found, however, that revenge hurts nobody quite so much as the one who tries to inflict it.”

“Gilbert was friendly—very friendly—far too friendly…. But Anne no longer found it satisfying. The rose of love made the blossom of friendship pale and scentless by contrast.”