How fair the realm Imagination opens to the view.
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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Oh Marilla, looking forward to things is half the pleasure of them,” exclaimed Anne.
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My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.
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One can’t get over the habit of being a little girl all at once.
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When twilight drops her curtain down And pins it with a star Remember that you have a friend Though she may wander far.
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Next to trying and winning, the best thing is trying and failing.
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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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Life, deal gently with her … Love, never desert her
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Fear is the original sin. Almost all of the evil in the world has its origin in the fact that some one is afraid of something.It is a cold slimy serpent coiling about you. It is horrible to live with fear; and it is of all things degrading.
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Fancies are like shadows…you can’t cage them, they’re such wayward, dancing things.
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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 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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It’s not what the world holds for you. It’s what you bring to it.
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Youth is not a vanished thing but something that dwells forever in the heart.
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Anne, are you killed?’ shrieked Diana, throwing herself on her knees beside her friend. ‘Oh, Anne, dear Anne, speak just one word to me and tell me if you’re killed.
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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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