Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember 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?
More Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes
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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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My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.
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She had a way of embroidering life with stars.
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It’s not what the world holds for you. It’s what you bring to it.
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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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All life lessons are not learned at college,’she thought. Life teaches them everywhere.
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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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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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Fancies are like shadows…you can’t cage them, they’re such wayward, dancing things.
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How fair the realm Imagination opens to the view.
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Dear old world’, she murmured, ‘you are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in you.
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Tomorrow is always fresh, with no mistakes in it.
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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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Life, deal gently with her … Love, never desert her
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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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