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Some nights are like honey – and some like wine – and some like wormwood.

Lucy Maud Montgomery

One can’t get over the habit of being a little girl all at once.
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Girl Habit Little
Fancies are like shadows…you can’t cage them, they’re such wayward, dancing things.
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Dance Fancy Shadow
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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October September Skip World
Mrs. Spencer said it was wicked of me to talk like that, but I didn’t mean to be wicked. It’s so easy to be wicked without knowing it, isn’t it?
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Know Mean Wicked
That is one good thing about this world – there are always sure to be more springs.
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Animal Good Things Nature Spring
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.
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Beautiful Inspiration Morning
Maples are such sociable trees … They’re always rustling and whispering to you.
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Sociable Tree Whispering
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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Get Harder Satisfaction
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.
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Diana Knee Speak
most people worry so much, they think you’re not right if you don’t worry.
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People Thanks Uneasyness Worry
Life, deal gently with her … Love, never desert her
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Deal Desert Gently
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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Half Interest Language
It’s the worst kind of cruelty — the thoughtless kind. You can’t cope with it.
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Cruelty Kind Worst
She had a way of embroidering life with stars.
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Embroidery Star Way
She had never before minded being alone. Now she dreaded it. When she was alone now she felt so dreadfully alone.
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Dread Felt Mind Woman
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

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