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

Lucy Maud Montgomery

There must be a limit to the mistakes one person can make, and when I get to the end of them, then I’ll be through with them. That’s a comforting thought
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Comfort End Limit Mistake People
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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Lamb Twilight Winter
My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.
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Hope Life Perfect
Thank goodness, we can choose our friends. We have to take our relatives as they are, and be thankful.
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Being Goodness Montgomery Thankful
It’s the worst kind of cruelty — the thoughtless kind. You can’t cope with it.
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Cruelty Kind Worst
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
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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Emotion Enjoy People Quiet Talk
Dear old world’, she murmured, ‘you are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in you.
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Alive Glad Lovely World
I’m afraid our old world has come to an end, Rilla. We’ve got to face the fact. (Walter)
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Come Face Fact World
Don’t look at me so sorrowfully and so disapprovingly, dearest. I can’t be sober and serious – everything looks so rosy and rainbowy to me.
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Look Serious Sober
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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Anger Children Deceitful
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
The world looks like something God had just imaged for his own pleasure, doesn’t it?
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Look Pleasure World
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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Believe Color Drab Rather Wise
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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May Stars Twilight
Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.
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Long Memories Remember

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

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