How fair the realm Imagination opens to the view.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYNothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.
More Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes
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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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trees, 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.
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Fancies are like shadows…you can’t cage them, they’re such wayward, dancing things.
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Oh Marilla, looking forward to things is half the pleasure of them,” exclaimed Anne.
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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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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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It’s not what the world holds for you. It’s what you bring to it.
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Some nights are like honey – and some like wine – and some like wormwood.
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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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My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.
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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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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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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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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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I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers. It would be terrible if we just skipped from September to November, wouldn’t it?
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