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The world looks like something God had just imaged for his own pleasure, doesn’t it?

Lucy Maud Montgomery

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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Beautiful Inspiration Morning
The world looks like something God had just imaged for his own pleasure, doesn’t it?
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Look Pleasure World
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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Get Harder Satisfaction
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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Night Sleep World
I’m really a very happy, contented little person in spite of my broken heart.
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Broken Heart Little Spite
What had seemed easy in imagination was rather hard in reality.
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Easy Imagination Reality
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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Lamb Twilight Winter
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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Jest Look Lost Sorter Wicked
Thank goodness, we can choose our friends. We have to take our relatives as they are, and be thankful.
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Being Goodness Montgomery Thankful
She had a way of embroidering life with stars.
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Embroidery Star Way
I shall give life here my best, and I believe it will give its best to me in return.
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Believe Giving Return
I’m afraid our old world has come to an end, Rilla. We’ve got to face the fact. (Walter)
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Come Face Fact World
Oh Marilla, looking forward to things is half the pleasure of them,” exclaimed Anne.
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Anticipation Forward Half Look
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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Emotion Enjoy People Quiet Talk
It’s the worst kind of cruelty — the thoughtless kind. You can’t cope with it.
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Cruelty Kind Worst
I have really done so few bad things that they have to keep harping on the old ones [.]
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Bad Create Few People Thing

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