The world looks like something God had just imaged for his own pleasure, doesn’t it?
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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Youth is not a vanished thing but something that dwells forever in the heart.
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I shall give life here my best, and I believe it will give its best to me in return.
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It’s the worst kind of cruelty — the thoughtless kind. You can’t cope with it.
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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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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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I have really done so few bad things that they have to keep harping on the old ones [.]
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Mrs. Spencer said it was wicked of me to talk like that, but I didn’t mean to be wicked. It’s so easy to be wicked without knowing it, isn’t it?
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Dear old world’, she murmured, ‘you are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in you.
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It’s so hard to get up again—although of course the harder it is the more satisfaction you have when you do get up, haven’t you?
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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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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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My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.
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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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Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.
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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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