Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYI’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?
More Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes
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What had seemed easy in imagination was rather hard in reality.
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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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We pay a price for everything we get or take in this world; and although ambitions are well worth having, they are not to be cheaply won, but exact their dues of work and self denial, anxiety and discouragement.
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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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I’m really a very happy, contented little person in spite of my broken heart.
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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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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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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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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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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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Heretics are wicked, but they’re mighty int’resting. It’s jest that they’ve got sorter lost looking for God, being under the impression that He’s hard to find – which He ain’t never.
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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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The world looks like something God had just imaged for his own pleasure, doesn’t it?
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When twilight drops her curtain down And pins it with a star Remember that you have a friend Though she may wander far.
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One can’t get over the habit of being a little girl all at once.
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