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.
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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What had seemed easy in imagination was rather hard in reality.
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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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The world looks like something God had just imaged for his own pleasure, doesn’t it?
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Youth is not a vanished thing but something that dwells forever in the heart.
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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 have really done so few bad things that they have to keep harping on the old ones [.]
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One can’t get over the habit of being a little girl all at once.
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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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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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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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I’m really a very happy, contented little person in spite of my broken heart.
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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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Facts are stubborn things, but, as some one has wisely said, not half so stubborn as fallacies.
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Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.
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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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