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?
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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I hate to lend a book I love…it never seems quite the same when it comes back to me.
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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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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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Facts are stubborn things, but, as some one has wisely said, not half so stubborn as fallacies.
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Oh Marilla, looking forward to things is half the pleasure of them,” exclaimed Anne.
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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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All life lessons are not learned at college,’she thought. Life teaches them everywhere.
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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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Next to trying and winning, the best thing is trying and failing.
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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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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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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 really a very happy, contented little person in spite of my broken heart.
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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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Fancies are like shadows…you can’t cage them, they’re such wayward, dancing things.
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