Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes

Life has loveliness to sell, All beautiful and splendid things, Blue waves whitened on a cliff, Soaring fire that sways and sings, And children's faces looking up, Holding wonder like a cup. Life has loveliness to sell, Music like a curve of gold, Scent of pine trees in the rain, Eyes that love you, arms that hold, And for your spirit's still delight, Holy thoughts that star the night. Spend all you have for loveliness, Buy it and never count the cost; For one white singing hour of peace Count many a year of strife well lost, And for a breath of ecstasy Give all you have been, or could be.

Ziri's soul felt like the high roaming wind of the Adelphas Mountains and the beat of stormhunters' wings, like the beautiful, mournful, eternal song of the wind flutes that had filled their caves with music he could not possibly remember. It felt like home.

"What is the most beautiful word in the language?" The elderly lawyer quickly replied: "Home."

I like the idea of being warm and secure. That's what home should be. That you have a sense of warmth, security, love, and you love the things around you and surround yourself with beauty.

Where we love is home - home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.

I love New York. A part of me will always be here. What can I say.

I love Perth. It is my home, and no matter where I am in the world, Perth is where my heart is.

Love is music, and music is home.

No matter how dreary and gray our homes are, we people of flesh and blood would rather live there than in any other country, be it ever so beautiful. There is no place like home.

But I also hoped that [she] had chosen California because she thought that was her true home, the place where she really belonged, where it was always warm and you could dance in the rain, pick grapes right off the vines, and sleep outside at night under the stars.

Dustfinger closed his eyes and listened. He was home again.

Many Lexington natives believe they live in a special place, one impossible to leave. I'm not so sure about that - or it's more accurate to say I think a more general truth exists beneath it: the place you first call home stays with you always, whether you remain or go.

If you go anywhere, even paradise, you will miss your home.

I love Manchester. I always have, ever since I was a kid, and I go back as much as I can. Manchester's my spiritual home. I've been in London for 22 years now but Manchester's the only other place, I think, in the country that I could live.

There's a magical tie to the land of our home, which the heart cannot break, though the footsteps may roam.

What is love? It is the morning and the evening star.

I wanted to get that sense of peace and even boredom that comes with long familiarity.

I have lived most of my life in Paris, but I have a connection with Rome that I have with no other place. I'm attached by invisible strings.

Paris is beautiful, but nothing beats home.

Oh, to be home again, home again, home again! Under the apple-boughs, down by the mill!

Despite the fact that I spend a lot of time in London, Switzerland and New York, Africa is the place I know and love best, and my heart will always lie here.

I love coming back to Neath - this is home and always will be.

I could feel it in my bones, how I missed the heat of my country and the love of my family.

'E.T.' was a healing movie; it was a heart movie. It was all about getting about getting home and love.

Delhi means everything to me. This city has given me everything, and I love it.