Dear old world’, she murmured, ‘you are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in you.
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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It’s the worst kind of cruelty — the thoughtless kind. You can’t cope with it.
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She had a way of embroidering life with stars.
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Some nights are like honey – and some like wine – and some like wormwood.
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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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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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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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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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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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Life, deal gently with her … Love, never desert her
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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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I hate to lend a book I love…it never seems quite the same when it comes back to me.
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All life lessons are not learned at college,’she thought. Life teaches them everywhere.
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Thank goodness, we can choose our friends. We have to take our relatives as they are, and be thankful.
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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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I’m afraid our old world has come to an end, Rilla. We’ve got to face the fact. (Walter)
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