Dear old world’, she murmured, ‘you are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in you.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYSome nights are like honey – and some like wine – and some like wormwood.
More Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes
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Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember 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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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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One can’t get over the habit of being a little girl all at once.
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That is one good thing about this world – there are always sure to be more springs.
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We should regret our mistakes and learn from them, but never carry them forward into the future with us.
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Youth is not a vanished thing but something that dwells forever in the heart.
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It’s so hard to get up again—although of course the harder it is the more satisfaction you have when you do get up, haven’t you?
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It’s the worst kind of cruelty — the thoughtless kind. You can’t cope with it.
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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?
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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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All life lessons are not learned at college,’she thought. Life teaches them everywhere.
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Oh Marilla, looking forward to things is half the pleasure of them,” exclaimed Anne.
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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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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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