It will come sometime. Some beautiful morning she will just wake up and find it is Tomorrow. Not Today but Tomorrow. And then things will happen … wonderful things.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYThere are so many unpleasant things in the world already that there is no use in imagining any more.
More Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes
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Matthew, much to his own surprise, was enjoying himself. Like most quiet folks he liked talkative people when they were willing to do the talking themselves and did not expect him to keep up his end of 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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Fancies are like shadows…you can’t cage them, they’re such wayward, dancing things.
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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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What had seemed easy in imagination was rather hard in reality.
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All life lessons are not learned at college,’she thought. Life teaches them everywhere.
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Life, deal gently with her … Love, never desert her
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Some nights are like honey – and some like wine – and some like wormwood.
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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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Youth is not a vanished thing but something that dwells forever in the heart.
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It’s not what the world holds for you. It’s what you bring to 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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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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She had a way of embroidering life with stars.
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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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