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.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYLife, deal gently with her … Love, never desert her
More Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes
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Some nights are like honey – and some like wine – and some like wormwood.
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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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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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Next to trying and winning, the best thing is trying and failing.
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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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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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That is one good thing about this world – there are always sure to be more springs.
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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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I’m afraid our old world has come to an end, Rilla. We’ve got to face the fact. (Walter)
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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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Thank goodness, we can choose our friends. We have to take our relatives as they are, and be thankful.
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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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Dear old world’, she murmured, ‘you are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in you.
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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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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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