One can’t get over the habit of being a little girl all at once.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYFear 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.
More Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes
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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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My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.
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Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.
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Fancies are like shadows…you can’t cage them, they’re such wayward, dancing things.
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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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Facts are stubborn things, but, as some one has wisely said, not half so stubborn as fallacies.
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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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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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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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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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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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I have really done so few bad things that they have to keep harping on the old ones [.]
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A child that has a quick temper, just blaze up and cool down, ain’t never likely to be sly or deceitful.
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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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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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