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My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.

Lucy Maud Montgomery

I’m afraid our old world has come to an end, Rilla. We’ve got to face the fact. (Walter)
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Come Face Fact World
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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Little Lonely Sometimes
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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Lamb Twilight Winter
It’s the worst kind of cruelty — the thoughtless kind. You can’t cope with it.
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Cruelty Kind Worst
She had a way of embroidering life with stars.
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Embroidery Star Way
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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Diana Knee Speak
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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Believe Color Drab Rather Wise
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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Ambition Anxiety Self
All life lessons are not learned at college,’she thought. Life teaches them everywhere.
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College Everywhere Lesson Life
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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Dread Felt Mind Woman
Some nights are like honey – and some like wine – and some like wormwood.
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Honeym Night Wine Wormwood
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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Degrad Evil Fear World
I’m really a very happy, contented little person in spite of my broken heart.
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Broken Heart Little Spite
One can’t get over the habit of being a little girl all at once.
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Girl Habit Little
I do know my own mind,’ protested Anne. ‘The trouble is, my mind changes and then I have to get acquainted with it all over again.
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Mind Own Trouble
We should regret our mistakes and learn from them, but never carry them forward into the future with us.
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Forward Future Mistake Regret

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