Facts are stubborn things, but, as some one has wisely said, not half so stubborn as fallacies.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYOne can’t get over the habit of being a little girl all at once.
More Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes
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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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Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.
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Don’t look at me so sorrowfully and so disapprovingly, dearest. I can’t be sober and serious – everything looks so rosy and rainbowy to me.
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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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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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She had a way of embroidering life with stars.
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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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It’s the worst kind of cruelty — the thoughtless kind. You can’t cope with it.
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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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We should regret our mistakes and learn from them, but never carry them forward into the future with us.
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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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I hate to lend a book I love…it never seems quite the same when it comes back to me.
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Some nights are like honey – and some like wine – and some like wormwood.
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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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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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