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?
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYIt’s the worst kind of cruelty — the thoughtless kind. You can’t cope with it.
More Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes
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It’s the worst kind of cruelty — the thoughtless kind. You can’t cope with 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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It’s not what the world holds for you. It’s what you bring to it.
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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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I’m afraid our old world has come to an end, Rilla. We’ve got to face the fact. (Walter)
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We should regret our mistakes and learn from them, but never carry them forward into the future with us.
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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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Fear is the original sin. Almost all of the evil in the world has its origin in the fact that some one is afraid of something.It is a cold slimy serpent coiling about you. It is horrible to live with fear; and it is of all things degrading.
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Fancies are like shadows…you can’t cage them, they’re such wayward, dancing things.
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How fair the realm Imagination opens to the view.
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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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She had never before minded being alone. Now she dreaded it. When she was alone now she felt so dreadfully alone.
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most people worry so much, they think you’re not right if you don’t worry.
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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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She had a way of embroidering life with stars.
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