How fair the realm Imagination opens to the view.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYI’m afraid our old world has come to an end, Rilla. We’ve got to face the fact. (Walter)
More Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes
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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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We should regret our mistakes and learn from them, but never carry them forward into the future with us.
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In 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
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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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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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My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.
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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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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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That is one good thing about this world – there are always sure to be more springs.
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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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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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It’s not what the world holds for you. It’s what you bring to it.
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Tomorrow is always fresh, with no mistakes in it.
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I’m afraid our old world has come to an end, Rilla. We’ve got to face the fact. (Walter)
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Some nights are like honey – and some like wine – and some like wormwood.
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