Dear old world’, she murmured, ‘you are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in you.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYMaples are such sociable trees … They’re always rustling and whispering to you.
More Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes
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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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Tomorrow is always fresh, with no mistakes in it.
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I’m really a very happy, contented little person in spite of my broken heart.
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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.
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It’s not what the world holds for you. It’s what you bring to 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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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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Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.
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It’s the worst kind of cruelty — the thoughtless kind. You can’t cope with it.
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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 hate to lend a book I love…it never seems quite the same when it comes back to me.
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Thank goodness, we can choose our friends. We have to take our relatives as they are, and be thankful.
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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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Some nights are like honey – and some like wine – and some like wormwood.
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Life, deal gently with her … Love, never desert her
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