Maples are such sociable trees … They’re always rustling and whispering to you.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYA child that has a quick temper, just blaze up and cool down, ain’t never likely to be sly or deceitful.
More Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes
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Some nights are like honey – and some like wine – and some like wormwood.
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Dear old world’, she murmured, ‘you are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in you.
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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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Thank goodness, we can choose our friends. We have to take our relatives as they are, and be thankful.
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Tomorrow is always fresh, with no mistakes in it.
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The world looks like something God had just imaged for his own pleasure, doesn’t it?
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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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Anne was always glad in the happiness of her friends; but it is sometimes a little lonely to be surrounded everywhere by happiness that is not your own.
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She had a way of embroidering life with stars.
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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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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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I shall give life here my best, and I believe it will give its best to me in return.
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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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Oh Marilla, looking forward to things is half the pleasure of them,” exclaimed Anne.
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I’m really a very happy, contented little person in spite of my broken heart.
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