#montgomery

If you can sit in silence with a person for half an hour and yet be entirely comfortable, you and that person can be friends. If you cannot, friends you'll never be and you need not waste time in trying. ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

#silence #l-m-montgomery

It's dreadful what little things lead people to misunderstand each other. ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

#misunderstanding #l-m-montgomery

Hendrix inspired me, but I was still more into Wes Montgomery. I was also into the Allman Brothers around the time of those albums. ↗

— Ritchie Blackmore

#also #around #brothers #hendrix #i

That's a lovely idea, Diana,' said Anne enthusiastically. 'Living so that you beautify your name, even if it wasn't beautiful to begin with…making it stand in people's thoughts for something so lovely and pleasant that they never think of it by itself. Thank you, Diana. ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

#beauty

We've had a beautiful friendship, Diana. We've never marred it by one quarrel or coolness or unkind word; and I hope it will always be so. But things can't be quite the same after this. You'll have other interests. I'll just be on the outside. ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

#l-m-montgomery #beauty

I'm afraid you'll find out all too soon that life's a melancholy business. ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

#life #business

I do know my own mind,' protested Anne. 'The trouble is, my mind changes and then I have to get acquainted with it all over again. ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

#change

Listen to the trees talking in their sleep,' she whispered, as he lifted her to the ground. 'What nice dreams they must have! ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

#l-m-montgomery #trees #dreams

Thank goodness, we can choose our friends. We have to take our relatives as they are, and be thankful… ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

#friendship #l-m-montgomery #dreams

But Anne with her elbows on the window sill, her soft cheek laid against her clasped hands, and her eyes filled with visions, looked out unheedingly across city roof and spire to that glorious dome of sunset sky and wove her dreams of a possible future from the golden tissue of youth's own optimism. All the Beyond was hers, with its possibilities lurking rosily in the oncoming years — each year a rose of promise to be woven into an immortal chaplet. ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

#dreams