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 MONTGOMERYShe had never before minded being alone. Now she dreaded it. When she was alone now she felt so dreadfully alone.
More Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes
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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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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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Facts are stubborn things, but, as some one has wisely said, not half so stubborn as fallacies.
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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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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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I hate to lend a book I love…it never seems quite the same when it comes back to me.
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What had seemed easy in imagination was rather hard in reality.
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She had a way of embroidering life with stars.
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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.
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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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We are never half so interesting when we have learned that language is given us to enable us to conceal our thoughts.
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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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I’m really a very happy, contented little person in spite of my broken heart.
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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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