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 MONTGOMERYIt’s not what the world holds for you. It’s what you bring to it.
More Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes
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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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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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One can’t get over the habit of being a little girl all at once.
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Gilbert put his arm about them. ‘Oh, you mothers!’ he said. ‘You mothers! God knew what He was about when He made you.
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Life, deal gently with her … Love, never desert her
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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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It’s not what the world holds for you. It’s what you bring to 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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I have really done so few bad things that they have to keep harping on the old ones [.]
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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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Tomorrow is always fresh, with no mistakes in it.
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There are so many unpleasant things in the world already that there is no use in imagining any more.
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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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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.
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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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