I’m really a very happy, contented little person in spite of my broken heart.
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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That is one good thing about this world – there are always sure to be more springs.
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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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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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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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Oh Marilla, looking forward to things is half the pleasure of them,” exclaimed Anne.
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Anne was always glad in the happiness of her friends; but it is sometimes a little lonely to be surrounded everywhere by happiness that is not your own.
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Facts are stubborn things, but, as some one has wisely said, not half so stubborn as fallacies.
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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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My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.
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Maples are such sociable trees … They’re always rustling and whispering to you.
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Don’t look at me so sorrowfully and so disapprovingly, dearest. I can’t be sober and serious – everything looks so rosy and rainbowy to me.
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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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Dear old world’, she murmured, ‘you are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in you.
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Life, deal gently with her … Love, never desert her
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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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