My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYHeretics 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.
More Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes
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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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One can’t get over the habit of being a little girl all at once.
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A child that has a quick temper, just blaze up and cool down, ain’t never likely to be sly or deceitful.
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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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Facts are stubborn things, but, as some one has wisely said, not half so stubborn as fallacies.
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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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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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Thank goodness, we can choose our friends. We have to take our relatives as they are, and be thankful.
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I’m really a very happy, contented little person in spite of my broken heart.
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Youth is not a vanished thing but something that dwells forever in the heart.
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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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Fancies are like shadows…you can’t cage them, they’re such wayward, dancing things.
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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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Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.
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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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