Tomorrow is always fresh, with no mistakes in it.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYMarch 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.
More Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes
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Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.
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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 have really done so few bad things that they have to keep harping on the old ones [.]
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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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My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.
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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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I hate to lend a book I love…it never seems quite the same when it comes back to me.
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Next to trying and winning, the best thing is trying and failing.
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She had a way of embroidering life with stars.
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We pay a price for everything we get or take in this world; and although ambitions are well worth having, they are not to be cheaply won, but exact their dues of work and self denial, anxiety and discouragement.
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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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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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Dear old world’, she murmured, ‘you are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in you.
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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’m afraid our old world has come to an end, Rilla. We’ve got to face the fact. (Walter)
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