Tomorrow is always fresh, with no mistakes in it.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYmost people worry so much, they think you’re not right if you don’t worry.
More Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes
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Fancies are like shadows…you can’t cage them, they’re such wayward, dancing things.
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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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How fair the realm Imagination opens to the view.
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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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most people worry so much, they think you’re not right if you don’t worry.
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Some nights are like honey – and some like wine – and some like wormwood.
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She had a way of embroidering life with stars.
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What had seemed easy in imagination was rather hard in reality.
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Youth is not a vanished thing but something that dwells forever in the heart.
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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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We should regret our mistakes and learn from them, but never carry them forward into the future with us.
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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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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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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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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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