I shall give life here my best, and I believe it will give its best to me in return.
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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The world looks like something God had just imaged for his own pleasure, doesn’t it?
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It’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?
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It’s the worst kind of cruelty — the thoughtless kind. You can’t cope with it.
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I hate to lend a book I love…it never seems quite the same when it comes back to me.
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How fair the realm Imagination opens to the view.
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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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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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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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What had seemed easy in imagination was rather hard in reality.
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Mrs. 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?
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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’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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Oh Marilla, looking forward to things is half the pleasure of them,” exclaimed Anne.
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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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