Fear is the original sin. Almost all of the evil in the world has its origin in the fact that some one is afraid of something.It is a cold slimy serpent coiling about you. It is horrible to live with fear; and it is of all things degrading.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYYouth is not a vanished thing but something that dwells forever in the heart.
More Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes
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When twilight drops her curtain down And pins it with a star Remember that you have a friend Though she may wander far.
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I have really done so few bad things that they have to keep harping on the old ones [.]
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But I believe I rather like superstitious people. They lend color to life. Wouldn’t it be a rather drab world if everybody was wise and sensible . . . and good? What would we find to talk about?
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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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It’s not what the world holds for you. It’s what you bring to it.
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All life lessons are not learned at college,’she thought. Life teaches them everywhere.
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Matthew, much to his own surprise, was enjoying himself. Like most quiet folks he liked talkative people when they were willing to do the talking themselves and did not expect him to keep up his end of it.
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Mrs. Spencer said it was wicked of me to talk like that, but I didn’t mean to be wicked. It’s so easy to be wicked without knowing it, isn’t it?
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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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I’m really a very happy, contented little person in spite of my broken heart.
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I do know my own mind,’ protested Anne. ‘The trouble is, my mind changes and then I have to get acquainted with it all over again.
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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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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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I hate to lend a book I love…it never seems quite the same when it comes back to me.
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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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