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Nobody with any real sense of humour can write a love story.

Emily Climbs by Lucy Maud Montgomery, Nov. 30, 1874 - April 24, 1942 (via fiction-magazine)

The blackness between the lightnings was so intense that it looked thick. […] All around her now was a soft, heavy darkness, still with that same eerie sensation of something you could touch, born perhaps of the heat and humidity of the July night.She put out her hand to grasp a stair rail and pull herself to her cramped feet. Her hand touched -not the stair rail-merciful heavens, what was it?-something hairy-Emily’s shriek of horror froze on her lips-padding footsteps passed down the steps beside her; a flash of lightning came and at the bottom of the steps was a huge black dog, which had turned and was looking up at her before he was blotted out in the returning darkness. Even then for a moment she saw his eyes blazing redly at her, like a fiend’s.

from Emily Climbs, by L.M. Montgomery

AKA, one of the most frightening things I’ve read. I still think of it from time to time when I’m walking in the dark. Gives me the willies.

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But sometimes, just for a moment, a wind fluttered it and then it was as if she caught a glimpse of the enchanting realm beyond– only a glimpse– and heard a note of unearthly music.

L.M. Montgomery, Emily of New Moon (via entombedreverie)

#oh hey tumblr it's been a while

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The world is always young again for just a few moments at the dawn.

From Emily Climbs, L.M Montgomery (via ablackberrywinter)

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The ghosts of things that never happened are worse than the ghosts of things that did.

From Emily’s Quest, L.M Montgomery (via anneblythe)

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She will love deeply- she will suffer terribly- she will have glorious moments to compensate.

Emily of New Moon - L.M. Montgomery (via rainlody)

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"This isn’t any of your business, Ilse Burnley," muttered Jennie, sullenly. "Oh, isn’t it? Don’t you sass me, Piggy-eyes." Ilse walked up to the retreating Jennie and shook a sunburned fist in her face. "If I catch you teasing Emily Starr to-morrow with that snake again I’ll take it by the...

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I am important to myself.

Emily of New Moon, L.M Montgomery. (via sogothefaithless)

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Don’t be led away by those howls about realism. Remember pine woods are just as real as pigsties and a darn sight pleasanter to be in.

-Emily’s Quest, LM Montgomery (via e-louise-bates)

What book would u rather have read the moral of the rose or the seller of dreams?? the seller of dreams sounds like it was so magical and fantastic and amazing... kind of like a girly harry potter lol. i wondered if the same that happened to emily happened to lmm, and i really wish she'd been allowed to publish a book like that. all her books are amazing, but they are so down to earth. i think emily's always been my fav because despite its rural setting its so eerie and fascinating

I have always thought the Seller of Dreams sounded wonderful and fantastic. I especially like how it just came to Emily and she had to write it. Thanks for your lovely thoughts :)

"I have no especial favourite--there is only one star I hate. Vega of the Lyre," said Teddy quietly. His voice was charged with a significance which instantly made every one uncomfortable though neither Halsey nor Ilse knew why. No more was said about stars. But Emily watched alone till they faded out one by one in the dawn.