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 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 MONTGOMERYWhat had seemed easy in imagination was rather hard in reality.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYFacts are stubborn things, but, as some one has wisely said, not half so stubborn as fallacies.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYShe had a way of embroidering life with stars.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYBut 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?
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYtrees, unlike so many humans, always improve on acquaintance. No matter how much you like them at the start you are sure to like them much better further on, and best of all when you have known them for years and enjoyed intercourse with them in all seasons.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYFancies are like shadows…you can’t cage them, they’re such wayward, dancing things.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYThere 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
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYA child that has a quick temper, just blaze up and cool down, ain’t never likely to be sly or deceitful.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYWe pay a price for everything we get or take in this world; and although ambitions are well worth having, they are not to be cheaply won, but exact their dues of work and self denial, anxiety and discouragement.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYMarch 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.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYI 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.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYAnne was always glad in the happiness of her friends; but it is sometimes a little lonely to be surrounded everywhere by happiness that is not your own.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYWe are never half so interesting when we have learned that language is given us to enable us to conceal our thoughts.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYHow fair the realm Imagination opens to the view.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYWhen 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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