That is one good thing about this world – there are always sure to be more springs.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYNext to trying and winning, the best thing is trying and failing.
More Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes
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Maples are such sociable trees … They’re always rustling and whispering to you.
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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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Oh Marilla, looking forward to things is half the pleasure of them,” exclaimed Anne.
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There must be a limit to the mistakes one person can make, and when I get to the end of them, then I’ll be through with them. That’s a comforting thought
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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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She had a way of embroidering life with stars.
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Next to trying and winning, the best thing is trying and failing.
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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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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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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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Fancies are like shadows…you can’t cage them, they’re such wayward, dancing things.
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But I believe I rather like superstitious people. They lend color to life. Wouldn’t it be a rather drab world if everybody was wise and sensible . . . and good? What would we find to talk about?
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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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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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