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I hate to lend a book I love…it never seems quite the same when it comes back to me.

Lucy Maud Montgomery

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
I shall give life here my best, and I believe it will give its best to me in return.
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Believe Giving Return
She had looked her duty courageously in the face and found it a friend – as duty ever is when we meet it frankly.
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Duty Faces Found Friend
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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October September Skip World
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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Jest Look Lost Sorter Wicked
That is one good thing about this world – there are always sure to be more springs.
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Animal Good Things Nature Spring
We are never half so interesting when we have learned that language is given us to enable us to conceal our thoughts.
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Half Interest Language
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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Emotion Enjoy People Quiet Talk
My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.
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Hope Life Perfect
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
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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May Stars Twilight
Some nights are like honey – and some like wine – and some like wormwood.
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Honeym Night Wine Wormwood
I hate to lend a book I love…it never seems quite the same when it comes back to me.
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Back Book Come Hate
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
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
One can’t get over the habit of being a little girl all at once.
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Girl Habit Little

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