LM Montgomery

It was November – the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines. Anne roamed through the pineland alleys of the park and, as she said, let that great sweeping wind blow the fogs out of her soul.
—  Anne of Green Gables, Lucy Maud Montgomery. ♡

“But now she loved winter. Winter was beautiful - almost intolerably beautiful. Days of clear brilliance. Evenings that were like cups of glamour - the purest vintage of winter’s wine. Nights with their fire of stars. Cold, exquisite winter sunrises.“

~L.M. Montgomery, The Blue Castle.

Photo: Hadrian’s Wall, Cuddy’s Crags, Northumberland, England, by Roger Clegg.

But there is always a November space after the leaves have fallen when she felt it was almost indecent to intrude on the woods…for their glory terrestrial had departed and their glory celestial of spirit and purity and whiteness had not yet come upon them.
—  L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Windy Poplars

I thought you liked me of course but I never hoped you loved me. Why, Diana, I didn’t think anybody could love me. Nobody ever has loved me since I can remember. Oh, this is wonderful! It’s a ray of light which will forever shine on the darkness of a path severed from thee, Diana. Oh, just say it once again.

I love you devotedly, Anne, and I always will, you may be sure of that.”

Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one’s life with pomp and blare, like a gay knight riding down; perhaps it crept to one’s side like an old friend through quiet ways; perhaps it revealed itself in seeming prose, until some sudden shaft of illumination flung athwart its pages betrayed the rhythm and the music, perhaps … perhaps … love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath.

-L.M. Montgomery


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We are going to be the best of friends,“ said Gilbert, jubilantly. "We were born to be good friends, Anne. You’ve thwarted destiny long enough.” -Anne of Green Gables.

“Yes, it’s beautiful,” said Gilbert, looking steadily down into Anne’s uplifted face, “but wouldn’t it have been more beautiful still, Anne, if there had been no separation or misunderstanding … if they had come hand in hand all the way through life, with no memories behind them but those which belonged to both of them?” -Anne of Avonlea.

“I have a dream,” he said slowly. “I persist in dreaming it, although it has often seemed to me that it could never come true. I dream of a home with a hearth-fire in it, a cat and a dog, the footsteps of friends - and you!” -Anne of the Island.

They belonged to each other; and, no matter what life might hold for them, it could never alter that. Their happiness was in each other’s keeping and both were unafraid. -Anne’s House of Dreams.


LM Montgomery.

I can’t imagine anyone but Jonathan Crombie capturing the spirit of Gilbert Blythe so well. He formed my ideal of romance and friendship in that role.My heart is sore that he’s no longer in this world. His legacy will last for many generations.

My take on @bibliophilicwitch‘s Sunday Tomes and Tea today includes Anne of Green Gables. I love these books (and look at how pretty these editions are!). The films with Megan Follows are some of my all-time favourites. I’m not currently reading these, but I want to finish the series soon.

The pink tea I had this morning is called Forever Nuts and I got it at Davids Tea. It’s delicious! I’m really trying to drink more tea and Davids Tea has a good selection. The beetroot in the tea is what makes it pink!