A child that has a quick temper, just blaze up and cool down, ain’t never likely to be sly or deceitful.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYThat is one good thing about this world – there are always sure to be more springs.
More Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes
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Tomorrow is always fresh, with no mistakes in it.
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What had seemed easy in imagination was rather hard in reality.
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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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One can’t get over the habit of being a little girl all at once.
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The world looks like something God had just imaged for his own pleasure, doesn’t 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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Some nights are like honey – and some like wine – and some like wormwood.
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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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Facts are stubborn things, but, as some one has wisely said, not half so stubborn as fallacies.
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Dear old world’, she murmured, ‘you are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in you.
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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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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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I’m really a very happy, contented little person in spite of my broken heart.
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Oh Marilla, looking forward to things is half the pleasure of them,” exclaimed Anne.
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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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