Maples are such sociable trees … They’re always rustling and whispering to you.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYI shall give life here my best, and I believe it will give its best to me in return.
More Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes
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The world looks like something God had just imaged for his own pleasure, doesn’t it?
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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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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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I have really done so few bad things that they have to keep harping on the old ones [.]
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She had looked her duty courageously in the face and found it a friend – as duty ever is when we meet it frankly.
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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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Oh Marilla, looking forward to things is half the pleasure of them,” exclaimed Anne.
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I shall give life here my best, and I believe it will give its best to me in return.
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That is one good thing about this world – there are always sure to be more springs.
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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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Some nights are like honey – and some like wine – and some like wormwood.
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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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Fancies are like shadows…you can’t cage them, they’re such wayward, dancing things.
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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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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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