Anne, are you killed?’ shrieked Diana, throwing herself on her knees beside her friend. ‘Oh, Anne, dear Anne, speak just one word to me and tell me if you’re killed.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYIn 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
More Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes
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Tomorrow is always fresh, with no mistakes in it.
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Life, deal gently with her … Love, never desert her
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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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Next to trying and winning, the best thing is trying and failing.
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One can’t get over the habit of being a little girl all at once.
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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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Youth is not a vanished thing but something that dwells forever in the heart.
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most people worry so much, they think you’re not right if you don’t worry.
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What had seemed easy in imagination was rather hard in reality.
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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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She had a way of embroidering life with stars.
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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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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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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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It’s not what the world holds for you. It’s what you bring to it.
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