One can’t get over the habit of being a little girl all at once.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYMaples are such sociable trees … They’re always rustling and whispering to you.
More Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes
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She had a way of embroidering life with stars.
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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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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?
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The world looks like something God had just imaged for his own pleasure, doesn’t it?
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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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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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Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.
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When twilight drops her curtain down And pins it with a star Remember that you have a friend Though she may wander far.
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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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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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I shall give life here my best, and I believe it will give its best to me in return.
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It’s not what the world holds for you. It’s what you bring to it.
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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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Dear old world’, she murmured, ‘you are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in you.
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