Dear old world’, she murmured, ‘you are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in you.
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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When twilight drops her curtain down And pins it with a star Remember that you have a friend Though she may wander far.
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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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Oh Marilla, looking forward to things is half the pleasure of them,” exclaimed Anne.
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Thank goodness, we can choose our friends. We have to take our relatives as they are, and be thankful.
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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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Youth is not a vanished thing but something that dwells forever in the heart.
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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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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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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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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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I shall give life here my best, and I believe it will give its best to me in return.
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The world looks like something God had just imaged for his own pleasure, doesn’t it?
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It’s the worst kind of cruelty — the thoughtless kind. You can’t cope with it.
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Life, deal gently with her … Love, never desert her
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