Next to trying and winning, the best thing is trying and failing.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYShe had a way of embroidering life with stars.
More Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes
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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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Tomorrow is always fresh, with no mistakes in 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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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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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 shall give life here my best, and I believe it will give its best to me in return.
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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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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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Thank goodness, we can choose our friends. We have to take our relatives as they are, and be thankful.
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One can’t get over the habit of being a little girl all at once.
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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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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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What had seemed easy in imagination was rather hard in reality.
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Some nights are like honey – and some like wine – and some like wormwood.
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