Oh Marilla, looking forward to things is half the pleasure of them,” exclaimed Anne.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYMarch 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.
More Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes
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I’m really a very happy, contented little person in spite of my broken heart.
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The world looks like something God had just imaged for his own pleasure, doesn’t it?
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My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.
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I shall give life here my best, and I believe it will give its best to me in return.
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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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Fear is the original sin. Almost all of the evil in the world has its origin in the fact that some one is afraid of something.It is a cold slimy serpent coiling about you. It is horrible to live with fear; and it is of all things degrading.
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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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It’s the worst kind of cruelty — the thoughtless kind. You can’t cope with it.
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Next to trying and winning, the best thing is trying and failing.
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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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Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.
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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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What had seemed easy in imagination was rather hard in reality.
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Gilbert put his arm about them. ‘Oh, you mothers!’ he said. ‘You mothers! God knew what He was about when He made you.
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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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