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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.

Lucy Maud Montgomery

My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERY

Hope Life Perfect
Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.
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Long Memories Remember
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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Know Mean Wicked
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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Dread Felt Mind Woman
It’s the worst kind of cruelty — the thoughtless kind. You can’t cope with it.
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Cruelty Kind Worst
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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Beautiful Inspiration Morning
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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Ambition Anxiety Self
Dear old world’, she murmured, ‘you are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in you.
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Alive Glad Lovely World
Some nights are like honey – and some like wine – and some like wormwood.
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Honeym Night Wine Wormwood
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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Believe Color Drab Rather Wise
I have really done so few bad things that they have to keep harping on the old ones [.]
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Bad Create Few People Thing
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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Half Interest Language
Thank goodness, we can choose our friends. We have to take our relatives as they are, and be thankful.
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Being Goodness Montgomery Thankful
I’m really a very happy, contented little person in spite of my broken heart.
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Broken Heart Little Spite
Youth is not a vanished thing but something that dwells forever in the heart.
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Forever Heart Vanish Youth
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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Jest Look Lost Sorter Wicked

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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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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