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 MONTGOMERYI shall give life here my best, and I believe it will give its best to me in return.
More Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes
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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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Maples are such sociable trees … They’re always rustling and whispering to you.
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How fair the realm Imagination opens to the view.
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A child that has a quick temper, just blaze up and cool down, ain’t never likely to be sly or deceitful.
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It’s the worst kind of cruelty — the thoughtless kind. You can’t cope with it.
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The world looks like something God had just imaged for his own pleasure, doesn’t it?
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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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most people worry so much, they think you’re not right if you don’t worry.
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My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.
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Matthew, much to his own surprise, was enjoying himself. Like most quiet folks he liked talkative people when they were willing to do the talking themselves and did not expect him to keep up his end of 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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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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When twilight drops her curtain down And pins it with a star Remember that you have a friend Though she may wander far.
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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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There are so many unpleasant things in the world already that there is no use in imagining any more.
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