A Quote by Lucy Maud Montgomery

Youth is not a vanished thing but something that dwells forever in the heart. — © Lucy Maud Montgomery
Youth is not a vanished thing but something that dwells forever in the heart.
You never know what peace is until you walk on the shores or in the fields or along the winding red roads of Prince Edward Island in a summer twilight when the dew is falling and the old stars are peeping out and the sea keeps its mighty tryst with the little land it loves. You find your soul then. You realize that youth is not a vanished thing but something that dwells forever in the heart.
Who that has plodded on to middle age would take back upon his shoulders ten of the vanished years, with their mingled pleasures and pains? Who would return to the youth he is forever pretending to regret?
As every flower fades and as all youth departs, so life at every stage, so every virtue, so our grasp of truth blooms in its day and may not last forever. Since life may summon us at every age, be ready, heart, for parting, new endeavour, be ready bravely and without remorse to find new light that old ties cannot give. In all beginnings dwells a magic force for guarding us and helping us to live.
The essence of art that is at all noble is the DREAM, and this dream dwells only upon what is distant, absent, vanished, unattainable.
Americans... are forever searching for love in forms it never takes, in places it can never be. It must have something to do with the vanished frontier.
The heart that once has been bathed in love's pure fountain retains the pulse of youth forever.
Heart-suffering because of sin is the best proof that the Holy Spirit dwells in your heart.
Let nothing offensive to the ear or the eye enter these thresholds, within which youth dwells.
I have remained a simple fellow who asks nothing of the world; only my youth is gone - the enchanting youth that forever walks on air.
True beauty dwells in deep retreats, Whose veil is unremoved Till heart with heart in concord beats, And the lover is beloved.
I ask but one thing of you, only one, That always you will be my dream of you; That never shall I wake to find untrue All this I have believed and rested on, Forever vanished, like a vision gone Out into the night. Alas, how few There are who strike in us a chord we knew Existed, but so seldom heard its tone We tremble at the half-forgotten sound. The world is full of rude awakenings And heaven-born castles shattered to the ground, Yet still our human longing vainly clings To a belief in beauty through all wrongs. O stay your hand, and leave my heart its songs!
America is obsessed with youth. We all want to look young forever, and vampires do. They are caught in their prime, if that's when they've been turned. And they'll be that way forever.
Now to rivulets from the mountains Point the rods of fortune-tellers; Youth perpetual dwells in fountains, Not in flasks, and casks, and cellars.
A first love is something that lasts forever in your heart. It's something that marks you.
Perhaps we need to separate youth from education. Education lasts forever. Youth is the time for exploration, maturation, socialization.
The soul takes flight to the world that is invisible but there arriving she is sure of bliss and forever dwells in paradise.
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