Matthew, much to his own surprise, was enjoying himself. Like most quiet folks he liked talkative people when they were willing to do the talking themselves and did not expect him to keep up his end of 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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Tomorrow is always fresh, with no mistakes in it.
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Next to trying and winning, the best thing is trying and failing.
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In daylight I belong to the world . . . in the night to sleep and eternity. But in the dusk I’m free from both and belong only to myself . . . and you
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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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It’s not what the world holds for you. It’s what you bring to it.
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All life lessons are not learned at college,’she thought. Life teaches them everywhere.
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She had looked her duty courageously in the face and found it a friend – as duty ever is when we meet it frankly.
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I’m really a very happy, contented little person in spite of my broken heart.
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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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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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Youth is not a vanished thing but something that dwells forever in the heart.
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One can’t get over the habit of being a little girl all at once.
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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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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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