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Oh Marilla, looking forward to things is half the pleasure of them,” exclaimed Anne.

Lucy Maud Montgomery

Fancies are like shadows…you can’t cage them, they’re such wayward, dancing things.
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Dance Fancy Shadow
I shall give life here my best, and I believe it will give its best to me in return.
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Believe Giving Return
Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.
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Long Memories Remember
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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Lamb Twilight Winter
How fair the realm Imagination opens to the view.
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Imagination Realms View
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
Life, deal gently with her … Love, never desert her
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Deal Desert Gently
I have really done so few bad things that they have to keep harping on the old ones [.]
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Bad Create Few People Thing
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
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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Little Lonely Sometimes
Youth is not a vanished thing but something that dwells forever in the heart.
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Forever Heart Vanish Youth
Dear old world’, she murmured, ‘you are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in you.
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Alive Glad Lovely World
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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Night Sleep World
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
My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.
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Hope Life Perfect
I hate to lend a book I love…it never seems quite the same when it comes back to me.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERY

Back Book Come Hate

Oh Marilla, looking forward to things is half the pleasure of them,” exclaimed Anne.

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Oh Marilla, looking forward to things is half the pleasure of them,” exclaimed Anne.

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