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It’s not what the world holds for you. It’s what you bring to it.

Lucy Maud Montgomery

Anne was always glad in the happiness of her friends; but it is sometimes a little lonely to be surrounded everywhere by happiness that is not your own.
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Little Lonely Sometimes
I’m really a very happy, contented little person in spite of my broken heart.
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Broken Heart Little Spite
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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May Stars Twilight
Facts are stubborn things, but, as some one has wisely said, not half so stubborn as fallacies.
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Fact Half Stubborn
Gilbert put his arm about them. ‘Oh, you mothers!’ he said. ‘You mothers! God knew what He was about when He made you.
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Arms Made Mother People
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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Mind Own Trouble
Thank goodness, we can choose our friends. We have to take our relatives as they are, and be thankful.
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Being Goodness Montgomery Thankful
It’s the worst kind of cruelty — the thoughtless kind. You can’t cope with it.
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Cruelty Kind Worst
Youth is not a vanished thing but something that dwells forever in the heart.
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Forever Heart Vanish Youth
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 MONTGOMERY

Degrad Evil Fear World
Fancies are like shadows…you can’t cage them, they’re such wayward, dancing things.
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Dance Fancy Shadow
How fair the realm Imagination opens to the view.
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Imagination Realms View
Some nights are like honey – and some like wine – and some like wormwood.
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Honeym Night Wine Wormwood
It will come sometime. Some beautiful morning she will just wake up and find it is Tomorrow. Not Today but Tomorrow. And then things will happen … wonderful things.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERY

Beautiful Inspiration Morning
The world looks like something God had just imaged for his own pleasure, doesn’t it?
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Look Pleasure World
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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Jest Look Lost Sorter Wicked

It’s not what the world holds for you. It’s what you bring to it.

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