I have really done so few bad things that they have to keep harping on the old ones [.]
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYAnne 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.
More Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes
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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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Life, deal gently with her … Love, never desert her
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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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A child that has a quick temper, just blaze up and cool down, ain’t never likely to be sly or deceitful.
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It’s the worst kind of cruelty — the thoughtless kind. You can’t cope with it.
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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 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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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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She had a way of embroidering life with stars.
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There must be a limit to the mistakes one person can make, and when I get to the end of them, then I’ll be through with them. That’s a comforting thought
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How fair the realm Imagination opens to the view.
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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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There are so many unpleasant things in the world already that there is no use in imagining any more.
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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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