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

Lucy Maud Montgomery

Tomorrow is always fresh, with no mistakes in it.
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Air Inspirational Mistake
That is one good thing about this world – there are always sure to be more springs.
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Animal Good Things Nature Spring
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
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
There are so many unpleasant things in the world already that there is no use in imagining any more.
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Imaginary Use World
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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Diana Knee Speak
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
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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Acquaintance Matter Tree Year
Oh Marilla, looking forward to things is half the pleasure of them,” exclaimed Anne.
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Anticipation Forward Half Look
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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Mind Own Trouble
Some nights are like honey – and some like wine – and some like wormwood.
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Honeym Night Wine Wormwood
My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.
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Hope Life Perfect
Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.
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Long Memories Remember
All life lessons are not learned at college,’she thought. Life teaches them everywhere.
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College Everywhere Lesson Life
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

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