Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes

Tears come from the heart and not from the brain.

Sorrow is so easy to express and yet so hard to tell.

We burn so hard, but we shed so little light; it makes us crazy and sad.

How can we manage to illuminate the pathos of our lives?

My thoughts, imprisoned in my secret woes, with flamy breaths do issue oft in sound.

I'm very sensitive. It's always been something I'm very in tune with. I am very emotional. Sometimes to the point of where I just want to hide away, because I can't get a handle on myself.

Sorrow and frustration have their power. The world is moved by people with great discontents. Happiness is a drug. It can make men blind and deaf and insensible to reality. There are times when only sorrow can give to sorrow.

That was one of the saddest things about people--their most important thoughts and feelings often went unspoken and barely understood.

You'd be amazed at the pain and tears a single smile hides.

There are sorrows that are not painful, but are of the nature of some acids, and give piquancy and flavor to life.

What's often in your heart is the hardest to reach.

But I don't want to have to stop feeling. I really think I'd rather die than stop feeling.

Love and envy make a man pine, which other affections do not, because they are not so continual.

I would have thought this would make me feel better.. getting to be the one to leave and not the one left behind. But it didn't. Not at all.

Dear, dear, the miniature world of the family! All the emotions of mankind seem to find a place in it.

The confusing lesson whipped Frankie's anger into something she had never felt before. It was like an emotional meringue - the airy feeling of loneliness topped with the hard crisp of injustice. Yet its taste was far from sweet.

No emotion is the final one.

We aren't robots. What makes us exceptional as humans, is that we have the capacity to feel as many emotions all at once.

Hope is the crystal meth of emotions. It hooks you fast and kills you hard.

The deeper the feeling, the greater the pain

We're not all robots. There are emotions that creep in.

Dostoevsky was the first to reveal to us this teeming multiplicity of emotions, this complexity of our spiritual universe.

A frightening menagerie, my emotions are Too many and varied to number Like creatures they crawl and they fly above Tearing my body asunder.