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Maples are such sociable trees … They’re always rustling and whispering to you.

Lucy Maud Montgomery

Oh Marilla, looking forward to things is half the pleasure of them,” exclaimed Anne.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERY

Anticipation Forward Half Look
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?
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERY

Believe Color Drab Rather Wise
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.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERY

Beautiful Inspiration Morning
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.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERY

Acquaintance Matter Tree Year
I shall give life here my best, and I believe it will give its best to me in return.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERY

Believe Giving Return
How fair the realm Imagination opens to the view.
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Imagination Realms View
Thank goodness, we can choose our friends. We have to take our relatives as they are, and be thankful.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERY

Being Goodness Montgomery Thankful
A child that has a quick temper, just blaze up and cool down, ain’t never likely to be sly or deceitful.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERY

Anger Children Deceitful
Life, deal gently with her … Love, never desert her
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Deal Desert Gently
I’m afraid our old world has come to an end, Rilla. We’ve got to face the fact. (Walter)
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERY

Come Face Fact World
Heretics are wicked, but they’re mighty int’resting. It’s jest that they’ve got sorter lost looking for God, being under the impression that He’s hard to find – which He ain’t never.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERY

Jest Look Lost Sorter Wicked
I have really done so few bad things that they have to keep harping on the old ones [.]
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERY

Bad Create Few People Thing
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.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERY

Lamb Twilight Winter
I’m really a very happy, contented little person in spite of my broken heart.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERY

Broken Heart Little Spite
She had a way of embroidering life with stars.
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Embroidery Star Way
It’s the worst kind of cruelty — the thoughtless kind. You can’t cope with it.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERY

Cruelty Kind Worst

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