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Youth is not a vanished thing but something that dwells forever in the heart.

Lucy Maud Montgomery

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
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERY

Night Sleep World
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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Beautiful Inspiration Morning
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
She had a way of embroidering life with stars.
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Embroidery Star Way
There are so many unpleasant things in the world already that there is no use in imagining any more.
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Imaginary Use World
Life, deal gently with her … Love, never desert her
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Deal Desert Gently
It’s not what the world holds for you. It’s what you bring to it.
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Gables Graduation Green World
Facts are stubborn things, but, as some one has wisely said, not half so stubborn as fallacies.
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Fact Half Stubborn
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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Know Mean Wicked
How fair the realm Imagination opens to the view.
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Imagination Realms View
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
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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Arms Made Mother People
The world looks like something God had just imaged for his own pleasure, doesn’t it?
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Look Pleasure 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
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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Get Harder Satisfaction
Some nights are like honey – and some like wine – and some like wormwood.
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Honeym Night Wine Wormwood

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