Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes

Life is hardly more than a fraction of a second. Such a little time to prepare oneself for eternity!

Wonder blasts the soul - that is, the spiritual - and the skeleton, the body - the material. Wonder interprets life through the eyes of eternity while enjoying the moment, but never lets the moment's revision exhaust the eternal.

Watching a whole cluster of friends, and my own mother, die over quite a short space of time convinced me that purely materialist 'explanations' for our mysterious human existence simply won't do - on an intellectual level.

We are material beings for but a moment in time, but we are spiritual beings forever.

We die only once, and for such a long time.

I don't believe in the afterlife, so I do think when somebody passes, it's worthy of note.

Your lost friends are not dead, but gone before, advanced a stage or two upon that road which you must travel in the steps they trod.

She had been dying so long that I had almost come to regard her as immortal.

When Time is spent, Eternity begins.

I cannot but think that it would be a great step if mankind could familiarise themselves with the idea that they are spirits incorporated for a time in the flesh re spirits incorporated for a time in the flesh.

Something happened to me at the precise moment that my grandmother died. She was three time zones away, but that didn't matter. I believe that I felt something at that moment she passed... some bit of her mortality slipping away.

Is death the last sleep? No, it is the last and final awakening.

The loss of a beloved connection awakens an interest in Heaven before unfelt.

Five minutes after we die, we'll know exactly how much we should have given rather than kept.

Finally there is nothing here for death to take away.

Long life, and short, are by death made all one; for there is no long, nor short, to things that are no more.

Lines I die but when the grave shall press The heart so long endeared to thee When earthy cares no more distress And earthy joys are nought to me. Weep not, but think that I have past Before thee o'er the sea of gloom. Have anchored safe and rest at last Where tears and mouring can not come. 'Tis I should weep to leave thee here On that dark ocean sailing drear With storms around and fears before And no kind light to point the shore. But long or short though life may be 'Tis nothing to eternity. We part below to meet on high Where blissful ages never die.

The tomb is not a blind alley: it is a thoroughfare. It closes on the twilight. It opens on the dawn.

To me - the choice of life is become less important; I hope hereafter to think only on the choice of eternity.

Melancholy is at the bottom of everything, just as at the end of all rivers is the sea. Can it be otherwise in a world where nothing lasts, where all that we have loved or shall love must die? Is death, then, the secret of life? The gloom of an eternal mourning enwraps, more or less closely, every serious and thoughtful soul, as night enwraps the universe.

Our friend and we were invited aboard on a party of pleasure, which is to last forever. His chair was ready first, and he has gone before us. We could not all conveniently start together; and why should you and I be grieved at this, since we are soon to follow, and know where to find him.

For though Death be a dark passage, it leads to immortality, and that is recompence enough for suffering of it.

The great thing about the dead, they make space.