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Oh Marilla, looking forward to things is half the pleasure of them,” exclaimed Anne.

Lucy Maud Montgomery

There are so many unpleasant things in the world already that there is no use in imagining any more.
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Imaginary Use World
One can’t get over the habit of being a little girl all at once.
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Girl Habit Little
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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Night Sleep World
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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Jest Look Lost Sorter Wicked
What had seemed easy in imagination was rather hard in reality.
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Easy Imagination Reality
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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Know Mean Wicked
That is one good thing about this world – there are always sure to be more springs.
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Animal Good Things Nature Spring
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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Dread Felt Mind Woman
My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.
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Hope Life Perfect
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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Anger Children Deceitful
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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Half Interest Language
Maples are such sociable trees … They’re always rustling and whispering to you.
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Sociable Tree Whispering
She had a way of embroidering life with stars.
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Embroidery Star Way
It’s the worst kind of cruelty — the thoughtless kind. You can’t cope with it.
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Cruelty Kind Worst
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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Get Harder Satisfaction
Some nights are like honey – and some like wine – and some like wormwood.
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Honeym Night Wine Wormwood

Oh Marilla, looking forward to things is half the pleasure of them,” exclaimed Anne.

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