Life, deal gently with her … Love, never desert her
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYDear old world’, she murmured, ‘you are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in you.
More Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes
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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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We should regret our mistakes and learn from them, but never carry them forward into the future with us.
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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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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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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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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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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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most people worry so much, they think you’re not right if you don’t worry.
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A child that has a quick temper, just blaze up and cool down, ain’t never likely to be sly or deceitful.
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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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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.
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All life lessons are not learned at college,’she thought. Life teaches them everywhere.
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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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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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I have really done so few bad things that they have to keep harping on the old ones [.]
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