My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYWe pay a price for everything we get or take in this world; and although ambitions are well worth having, they are not to be cheaply won, but exact their dues of work and self denial, anxiety and discouragement.
More Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes
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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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I’m afraid our old world has come to an end, Rilla. We’ve got to face the fact. (Walter)
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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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We are never half so interesting when we have learned that language is given us to enable us to conceal our thoughts.
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We pay a price for everything we get or take in this world; and although ambitions are well worth having, they are not to be cheaply won, but exact their dues of work and self denial, anxiety and discouragement.
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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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The world looks like something God had just imaged for his own pleasure, doesn’t it?
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All life lessons are not learned at college,’she thought. Life teaches them everywhere.
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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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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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Facts are stubborn things, but, as some one has wisely said, not half so stubborn as fallacies.
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I’m really a very happy, contented little person in spite of my broken heart.
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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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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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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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