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.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYIt’s the worst kind of cruelty — the thoughtless kind. You can’t cope with it.
More Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes
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That is one good thing about this world – there are always sure to be more springs.
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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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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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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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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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How fair the realm Imagination opens to the view.
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Tomorrow is always fresh, with no mistakes in it.
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Maples are such sociable trees … They’re always rustling and whispering to you.
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I’m really a very happy, contented little person in spite of my broken heart.
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My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.
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most people worry so much, they think you’re not right if you don’t worry.
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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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Life, deal gently with her … Love, never desert her
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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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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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