I’m afraid our old world has come to an end, Rilla. We’ve got to face the fact. (Walter)
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYI’m afraid our old world has come to an end, Rilla. We’ve got to face the fact. (Walter)
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She had a way of embroidering life with stars.
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Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.
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How fair the realm Imagination opens to the view.
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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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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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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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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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Some nights are like honey – and some like wine – and some like wormwood.
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Life, deal gently with her … Love, never desert her
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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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One can’t get over the habit of being a little girl all at once.
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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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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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I hate to lend a book I love…it never seems quite the same when it comes back to me.
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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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