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?
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYAnne, 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.
More Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes
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We should regret our mistakes and learn from them, but never carry them forward into the future with us.
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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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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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I’m really a very happy, contented little person in spite of my broken heart.
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Gilbert put his arm about them. ‘Oh, you mothers!’ he said. ‘You mothers! God knew what He was about when He made you.
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Some nights are like honey – and some like wine – and some like wormwood.
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Fancies are like shadows…you can’t cage them, they’re such wayward, dancing things.
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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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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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I’m afraid our old world has come to an end, Rilla. We’ve got to face the fact. (Walter)
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Tomorrow is always fresh, with no mistakes in 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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How fair the realm Imagination opens to the view.
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What had seemed easy in imagination was rather hard in reality.
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It will come sometime. Some beautiful morning she will just wake up and find it is Tomorrow. Not Today but Tomorrow. And then things will happen … wonderful things.
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