She had never before minded being alone. Now she dreaded it. When she was alone now she felt so dreadfully alone.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYThe world looks like something God had just imaged for his own pleasure, doesn’t it?
More Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes
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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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Tomorrow is always fresh, with no mistakes in it.
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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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That is one good thing about this world – there are always sure to be more springs.
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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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Youth is not a vanished thing but something that dwells forever in the heart.
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The world looks like something God had just imaged for his own pleasure, doesn’t it?
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She had a way of embroidering life with stars.
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We should regret our mistakes and learn from them, but never carry them forward into the future with us.
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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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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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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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I shall give life here my best, and I believe it will give its best to me in return.
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Maples are such sociable trees … They’re always rustling and whispering to you.
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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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