There must be a limit to the mistakes one person can make, and when I get to the end of them, then I’ll be through with them. That’s a comforting thought
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYAll life lessons are not learned at college,’she thought. Life teaches them everywhere.
More Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes
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She had never before minded being alone. Now she dreaded it. When she was alone now she felt so dreadfully alone.
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It’s the worst kind of cruelty — the thoughtless kind. You can’t cope with it.
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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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Mrs. Spencer said it was wicked of me to talk like that, but I didn’t mean to be wicked. It’s so easy to be wicked without knowing it, isn’t it?
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Next to trying and winning, the best thing is trying and failing.
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Oh Marilla, looking forward to things is half the pleasure of them,” exclaimed Anne.
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The world looks like something God had just imaged for his own pleasure, doesn’t it?
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I have really done so few bad things that they have to keep harping on the old ones [.]
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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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Life, deal gently with her … Love, never desert her
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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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most people worry so much, they think you’re not right if you don’t worry.
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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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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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One can’t get over the habit of being a little girl all at once.
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