Anne was always glad in the happiness of her friends; but it is sometimes a little lonely to be surrounded everywhere by happiness that is not your own.
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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Oh Marilla, looking forward to things is half the pleasure of them,” exclaimed Anne.
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One can’t get over the habit of being a little girl all at once.
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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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Fancies are like shadows…you can’t cage them, they’re such wayward, dancing things.
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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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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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It’s the worst kind of cruelty — the thoughtless kind. You can’t cope with it.
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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
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It’s not what the world holds for you. It’s what you bring to it.
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That is one good thing about this world – there are always sure to be more springs.
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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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I have really done so few bad things that they have to keep harping on the old ones [.]
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But I believe I rather like superstitious people. They lend color to life. Wouldn’t it be a rather drab world if everybody was wise and sensible . . . and good? What would we find to talk about?
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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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How fair the realm Imagination opens to the view.
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