Some nights are like honey – and some like wine – and some like wormwood.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYMatthew, 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.
More Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes
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She had a way of embroidering life with stars.
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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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My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.
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I hate to lend a book I love…it never seems quite the same when it comes back to me.
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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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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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Facts are stubborn things, but, as some one has wisely said, not half so stubborn as fallacies.
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One can’t get over the habit of being a little girl all at once.
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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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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.
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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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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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How fair the realm Imagination opens to the view.
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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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