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 MONTGOMERYHeretics 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.
More Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes
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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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March came in that winter like the meekest and mildest of lambs, bringing days that were crisp and golden and tingling, each followed by a frosty pink twilight which gradually lost itself in an elfland of moonshine.
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The world looks like something God had just imaged for his own pleasure, doesn’t it?
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I hate to lend a book I love…it never seems quite the same when it comes back to me.
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trees, unlike so many humans, always improve on acquaintance. No matter how much you like them at the start you are sure to like them much better further on, and best of all when you have known them for years and enjoyed intercourse with them in all seasons.
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most people worry so much, they think you’re not right if you don’t worry.
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Life, deal gently with her … Love, never desert her
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She had looked her duty courageously in the face and found it a friend – as duty ever is when we meet it frankly.
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One can’t get over the habit of being a little girl all at once.
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Maples are such sociable trees … They’re always rustling and whispering to 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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Don’t look at me so sorrowfully and so disapprovingly, dearest. I can’t be sober and serious – everything looks so rosy and rainbowy to me.
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Next to trying and winning, the best thing is trying and failing.
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I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers. It would be terrible if we just skipped from September to November, wouldn’t it?
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Dear old world’, she murmured, ‘you are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in you.
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