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There are so many unpleasant things in the world already that there is no use in imagining any more.

Lucy Maud Montgomery

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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Mind Own Trouble
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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Emotion Enjoy People Quiet Talk
How fair the realm Imagination opens to the view.
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Imagination Realms View
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
It’s the worst kind of cruelty — the thoughtless kind. You can’t cope with it.
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Cruelty Kind Worst
Maples are such sociable trees … They’re always rustling and whispering to you.
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Sociable Tree Whispering
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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October September Skip World
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
Facts are stubborn things, but, as some one has wisely said, not half so stubborn as fallacies.
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Fact Half Stubborn
What had seemed easy in imagination was rather hard in reality.
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Easy Imagination Reality
Life, deal gently with her … Love, never desert her
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Deal Desert Gently
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
I’m afraid our old world has come to an end, Rilla. We’ve got to face the fact. (Walter)
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Come Face Fact World
Some nights are like honey – and some like wine – and some like wormwood.
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Honeym Night Wine Wormwood
Dear old world’, she murmured, ‘you are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in you.
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Alive Glad Lovely World
trees, unlike so many humans, always improve on acquaintance. No matter how much you like them at the start you are sure to like them much better further on, and best of all when you have known them for years and enjoyed intercourse with them in all seasons.
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Acquaintance Matter Tree Year

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