Fancies are like shadows…you can’t cage them, they’re such wayward, dancing things.
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?
More Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes
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How fair the realm Imagination opens to the view.
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She had a way of embroidering life with stars.
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Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.
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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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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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There must be a limit to the mistakes one person can make, and when I get to the end of them, then I’ll be through with them. That’s a comforting thought
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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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The world looks like something God had just imaged for his own pleasure, doesn’t it?
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Don’t look at me so sorrowfully and so disapprovingly, dearest. I can’t be sober and serious – everything looks so rosy and rainbowy to me.
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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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Tomorrow is always fresh, with no mistakes in 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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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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Some nights are like honey – and some like wine – and some like wormwood.
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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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