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.
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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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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Dear old world’, she murmured, ‘you are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in you.
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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?
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What had seemed easy in imagination was rather hard in reality.
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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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She had a way of embroidering life with stars.
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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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It’s not what the world holds for you. It’s what you bring to it.
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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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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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Oh Marilla, looking forward to things is half the pleasure of them,” exclaimed Anne.
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Fancies are like shadows…you can’t cage them, they’re such wayward, dancing things.
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Gilbert put his arm about them. ‘Oh, you mothers!’ he said. ‘You mothers! God knew what He was about when He made you.
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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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My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.
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