Fancies are like shadows…you can’t cage them, they’re such wayward, dancing things.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYFancies are like shadows…you can’t cage them, they’re such wayward, dancing things.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYMaples are such sociable trees … They’re always rustling and whispering to you.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYHeretics 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.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYIt’s the worst kind of cruelty — the thoughtless kind. You can’t cope with it.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYWe are never half so interesting when we have learned that language is given us to enable us to conceal our thoughts.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYMrs. 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?
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYAnne 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 MONTGOMERYShe had never before minded being alone. Now she dreaded it. When she was alone now she felt so dreadfully alone.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYI have really done so few bad things that they have to keep harping on the old ones [.]
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYIt’s not what the world holds for you. It’s what you bring to it.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYAnne, 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.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYThe world looks like something God had just imaged for his own pleasure, doesn’t it?
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYIt’s so hard to get up again—although of course the harder it is the more satisfaction you have when you do get up, haven’t you?
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYIn 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
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYThank goodness, we can choose our friends. We have to take our relatives as they are, and be thankful.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYI 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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