most people worry so much, they think you’re not right if you don’t worry.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYMrs. 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?
More Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes
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She had a way of embroidering life with stars.
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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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Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.
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Matthew, much to his own surprise, was enjoying himself. Like most quiet folks he liked talkative people when they were willing to do the talking themselves and did not expect him to keep up his end of it.
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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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The world looks like something God had just imaged for his own pleasure, doesn’t it?
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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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One can’t get over the habit of being a little girl all at once.
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How fair the realm Imagination opens to the view.
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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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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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Life, deal gently with her … Love, never desert her
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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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Thank goodness, we can choose our friends. We have to take our relatives as they are, and be thankful.
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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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