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.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYThank goodness, we can choose our friends. We have to take our relatives as they are, and be thankful.
More Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes
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It’s the worst kind of cruelty — the thoughtless kind. You can’t cope with it.
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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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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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It will come sometime. Some beautiful morning she will just wake up and find it is Tomorrow. Not Today but Tomorrow. And then things will happen … wonderful things.
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We should regret our mistakes and learn from them, but never carry them forward into the future with us.
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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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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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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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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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Life, deal gently with her … Love, never desert her
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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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What had seemed easy in imagination was rather hard in reality.
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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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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 shall give life here my best, and I believe it will give its best to me in return.
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