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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.

Lucy Maud Montgomery

The world looks like something God had just imaged for his own pleasure, doesn’t it?
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Look Pleasure World
That is one good thing about this world – there are always sure to be more springs.
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Animal Good Things Nature Spring
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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Get Harder Satisfaction
Anne, are you killed?’ shrieked Diana, throwing herself on her knees beside her friend. ‘Oh, Anne, dear Anne, speak just one word to me and tell me if you’re killed.
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Diana Knee Speak
What had seemed easy in imagination was rather hard in reality.
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Easy Imagination Reality
I shall give life here my best, and I believe it will give its best to me in return.
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Believe Giving Return
In daylight I belong to the world . . . in the night to sleep and eternity. But in the dusk I’m free from both and belong only to myself . . . and you
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Night Sleep World
All life lessons are not learned at college,’she thought. Life teaches them everywhere.
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College Everywhere Lesson Life
We should regret our mistakes and learn from them, but never carry them forward into the future with us.
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Forward Future Mistake Regret
I have really done so few bad things that they have to keep harping on the old ones [.]
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Bad Create Few People Thing
It’s the worst kind of cruelty — the thoughtless kind. You can’t cope with it.
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Cruelty Kind Worst
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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Jest Look Lost Sorter Wicked
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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Lamb Twilight Winter
Thank goodness, we can choose our friends. We have to take our relatives as they are, and be thankful.
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Being Goodness Montgomery Thankful
most people worry so much, they think you’re not right if you don’t worry.
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People Thanks Uneasyness Worry
There must be a limit to the mistakes one person can make, and when I get to the end of them, then I’ll be through with them. That’s a comforting thought
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Comfort End Limit Mistake People

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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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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