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.
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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Some nights are like honey – and some like wine – and some like wormwood.
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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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Life, deal gently with her … Love, never desert her
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trees, unlike so many humans, always improve on acquaintance. No matter how much you like them at the start you are sure to like them much better further on, and best of all when you have known them for years and enjoyed intercourse with them in all seasons.
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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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She had a way of embroidering life with stars.
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It’s not what the world holds for you. It’s what you bring to it.
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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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Oh Marilla, looking forward to things is half the pleasure of them,” exclaimed Anne.
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Youth is not a vanished thing but something that dwells forever in the heart.
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What had seemed easy in imagination was rather hard in reality.
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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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I hate to lend a book I love…it never seems quite the same when it comes back to me.
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Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.
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It will come sometime. Some beautiful morning she will just wake up and find it is Tomorrow. Not Today but Tomorrow. And then things will happen … wonderful things.
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