Mrs. Spencer said it was wicked of me to talk like that, but I didn’t mean to be wicked. It’s so easy to be wicked without knowing it, isn’t it?
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYMaples are such sociable trees … They’re always rustling and whispering to you.
More Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes
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That is one good thing about this world – there are always sure to be more springs.
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I’m afraid our old world has come to an end, Rilla. We’ve got to face the fact. (Walter)
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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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Thank goodness, we can choose our friends. We have to take our relatives as they are, and be thankful.
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Facts are stubborn things, but, as some one has wisely said, not half so stubborn as fallacies.
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Next to trying and winning, the best thing is trying and failing.
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A child that has a quick temper, just blaze up and cool down, ain’t never likely to be sly or deceitful.
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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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What had seemed easy in imagination was rather hard in reality.
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My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.
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I’m really a very happy, contented little person in spite of my broken heart.
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Fear is the original sin. Almost all of the evil in the world has its origin in the fact that some one is afraid of something.It is a cold slimy serpent coiling about you. It is horrible to live with fear; and it is of all things degrading.
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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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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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Anne 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.
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