Gilbert put his arm about them. ‘Oh, you mothers!’ he said. ‘You mothers! God knew what He was about when He made you.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYI have really done so few bad things that they have to keep harping on the old ones [.]
More Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes
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Youth is not a vanished thing but something that dwells forever in the heart.
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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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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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Thank goodness, we can choose our friends. We have to take our relatives as they are, and be thankful.
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Maples are such sociable trees … They’re always rustling and whispering to you.
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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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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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I’m really a very happy, contented little person in spite of my broken heart.
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Fear is the original sin. Almost all of the evil in the world has its origin in the fact that some one is afraid of something.It is a cold slimy serpent coiling about you. It is horrible to live with fear; and it is of all things degrading.
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Life, deal gently with her … Love, never desert her
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trees, unlike so many humans, always improve on acquaintance. No matter how much you like them at the start you are sure to like them much better further on, and best of all when you have known them for years and enjoyed intercourse with them in all seasons.
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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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I hate to lend a book I love…it never seems quite the same when it comes back to me.
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What had seemed easy in imagination was rather hard in reality.
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Some nights are like honey – and some like wine – and some like wormwood.
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