My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYShe had never before minded being alone. Now she dreaded it. When she was alone now she felt so dreadfully alone.
More Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes
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Maples are such sociable trees … They’re always rustling and whispering to you.
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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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How fair the realm Imagination opens to the view.
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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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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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It’s the worst kind of cruelty — the thoughtless kind. You can’t cope with it.
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We are never half so interesting when we have learned that language is given us to enable us to conceal our thoughts.
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Next to trying and winning, the best thing is trying and failing.
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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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There are so many unpleasant things in the world already that there is no use in imagining any more.
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What had seemed easy in imagination was rather hard in reality.
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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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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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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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