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.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYShe had looked her duty courageously in the face and found it a friend – as duty ever is when we meet it frankly.
More Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes
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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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I shall give life here my best, and I believe it will give its best to me in return.
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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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I have really done so few bad things that they have to keep harping on the old ones [.]
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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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One can’t get over the habit of being a little girl all at once.
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She had a way of embroidering life with stars.
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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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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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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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That is one good thing about this world – there are always sure to be more springs.
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Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.
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It’s not what the world holds for you. It’s what you bring to it.
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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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