The world looks like something God had just imaged for his own pleasure, doesn’t it?
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYtrees, 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.
More Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes
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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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Youth is not a vanished thing but something that dwells forever in the heart.
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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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Thank goodness, we can choose our friends. We have to take our relatives as they are, and be thankful.
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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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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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I have really done so few bad things that they have to keep harping on the old ones [.]
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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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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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Dear old world’, she murmured, ‘you are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in you.
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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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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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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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It’s the worst kind of cruelty — the thoughtless kind. You can’t cope with it.
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