It’s the worst kind of cruelty — the thoughtless kind. You can’t cope with it.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYSome nights are like honey – and some like wine – and some like wormwood.
More Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes
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Don’t look at me so sorrowfully and so disapprovingly, dearest. I can’t be sober and serious – everything looks so rosy and rainbowy to me.
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We are never half so interesting when we have learned that language is given us to enable us to conceal our thoughts.
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What had seemed easy in imagination was rather hard in reality.
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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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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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All life lessons are not learned at college,’she thought. Life teaches them everywhere.
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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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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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How fair the realm Imagination opens to the view.
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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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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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most people worry so much, they think you’re not right if you don’t worry.
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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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