When twilight drops her curtain down And pins it with a star Remember that you have a friend Though she may wander far.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYNothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.
More Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes
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I hate to lend a book I love…it never seems quite the same when it comes back to me.
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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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Oh Marilla, looking forward to things is half the pleasure of them,” exclaimed Anne.
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most people worry so much, they think you’re not right if you don’t worry.
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It’s the worst kind of cruelty — the thoughtless kind. You can’t cope with it.
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The world looks like something God had just imaged for his own pleasure, doesn’t it?
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That is one good thing about this world – there are always sure to be more springs.
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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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Fancies are like shadows…you can’t cage them, they’re such wayward, dancing things.
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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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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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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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I’m really a very happy, contented little person in spite of my broken heart.
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I shall give life here my best, and I believe it will give its best to me in return.
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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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