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Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.

Lucy Maud Montgomery

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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Arms Made Mother People
My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.
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Hope Life Perfect
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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Mind Own Trouble
most people worry so much, they think you’re not right if you don’t worry.
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People Thanks Uneasyness Worry
Some nights are like honey – and some like wine – and some like wormwood.
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Honeym Night Wine Wormwood
I’m really a very happy, contented little person in spite of my broken heart.
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Broken Heart Little Spite
Life, deal gently with her … Love, never desert her
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Deal Desert Gently
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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Look Serious Sober
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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Half Interest Language
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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Believe Color Drab Rather Wise
I shall give life here my best, and I believe it will give its best to me in return.
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Believe Giving Return
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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Night Sleep World
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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Get Harder Satisfaction
Dear old world’, she murmured, ‘you are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in you.
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Alive Glad Lovely World
I hate to lend a book I love…it never seems quite the same when it comes back to me.
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Back Book Come Hate
I have really done so few bad things that they have to keep harping on the old ones [.]
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Bad Create Few People Thing

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