Maples are such sociable trees … They’re always rustling and whispering to you.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYAll life lessons are not learned at college,’she thought. Life teaches them everywhere.
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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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Facts are stubborn things, but, as some one has wisely said, not half so stubborn as fallacies.
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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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That is one good thing about this world – there are always sure to be more springs.
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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.
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There are so many unpleasant things in the world already that there is no use in imagining any more.
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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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Youth is not a vanished thing but something that dwells forever in the heart.
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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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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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How fair the realm Imagination opens to the view.
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I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers. It would be terrible if we just skipped from September to November, wouldn’t it?
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The world looks like something God had just imaged for his own pleasure, doesn’t it?
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When twilight drops her curtain down And pins it with a star Remember that you have a friend Though she may wander far.
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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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