Maples are such sociable trees … They’re always rustling and whispering to you.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYWe should regret our mistakes and learn from them, but never carry them forward into the future with us.
More Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes
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I’m really a very happy, contented little person in spite of my broken heart.
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Youth is not a vanished thing but something that dwells forever in the heart.
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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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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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Thank goodness, we can choose our friends. We have to take our relatives as they are, and be thankful.
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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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Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.
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I’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?
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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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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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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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Facts are stubborn things, but, as some one has wisely said, not half so stubborn as fallacies.
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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 never before minded being alone. Now she dreaded it. When she was alone now she felt so dreadfully alone.
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