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.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYFancies are like shadows…you can’t cage them, they’re such wayward, dancing things.
More Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes
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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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Fancies are like shadows…you can’t cage them, they’re such wayward, dancing things.
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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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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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most people worry so much, they think you’re not right if you don’t worry.
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We should regret our mistakes and learn from them, but never carry them forward into the future with us.
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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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I hate to lend a book I love…it never seems quite the same when it comes back to me.
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It’s not what the world holds for you. It’s what you bring to it.
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Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.
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What had seemed easy in imagination was rather hard in reality.
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There are so many unpleasant things in the world already that there is no use in imagining any more.
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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 have really done so few bad things that they have to keep harping on the old ones [.]
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It’s the worst kind of cruelty — the thoughtless kind. You can’t cope with it.
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