We are never half so interesting when we have learned that language is given us to enable us to conceal our thoughts.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYSome nights are like honey – and some like wine – and some like wormwood.
More Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes
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Fancies are like shadows…you can’t cage them, they’re such wayward, dancing things.
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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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That is one good thing about this world – there are always sure to be more springs.
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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’m afraid our old world has come to an end, Rilla. We’ve got to face the fact. (Walter)
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Maples are such sociable trees … They’re always rustling and whispering to you.
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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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Youth is not a vanished thing but something that dwells forever in the heart.
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How fair the realm Imagination opens to the view.
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I’m really a very happy, contented little person in spite of my broken heart.
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We pay a price for everything we get or take in this world; and although ambitions are well worth having, they are not to be cheaply won, but exact their dues of work and self denial, anxiety and discouragement.
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All life lessons are not learned at college,’she thought. Life teaches them everywhere.
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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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One can’t get over the habit of being a little girl all at once.
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Some nights are like honey – and some like wine – and some like wormwood.
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