We pay a price for everything we get or take in this world; and although ambitions are well worth having, they are not to be cheaply won, but exact their dues of work and self denial, anxiety and discouragement.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYHow fair the realm Imagination opens to the view.
More Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes
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A child that has a quick temper, just blaze up and cool down, ain’t never likely to be sly or deceitful.
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Oh Marilla, looking forward to things is half the pleasure of them,” exclaimed Anne.
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It will come sometime. Some beautiful morning she will just wake up and find it is Tomorrow. Not Today but Tomorrow. And then things will happen … wonderful things.
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Fancies are like shadows…you can’t cage them, they’re such wayward, dancing things.
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Some nights are like honey – and some like wine – and some like wormwood.
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I shall give life here my best, and I believe it will give its best to me in return.
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It’s so hard to get up again—although of course the harder it is the more satisfaction you have when you do get up, haven’t you?
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Thank goodness, we can choose our friends. We have to take our relatives as they are, and be thankful.
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most people worry so much, they think you’re not right if you don’t worry.
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Facts are stubborn things, but, as some one has wisely said, not half so stubborn as fallacies.
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My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.
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Gilbert put his arm about them. ‘Oh, you mothers!’ he said. ‘You mothers! God knew what He was about when He made you.
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She had never before minded being alone. Now she dreaded it. When she was alone now she felt so dreadfully alone.
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That is one good thing about this world – there are always sure to be more springs.
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Heretics are wicked, but they’re mighty int’resting. It’s jest that they’ve got sorter lost looking for God, being under the impression that He’s hard to find – which He ain’t never.
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