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.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYBut 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?
More Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes
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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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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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We pay a price for everything we get or take in this world; and although ambitions are well worth having, they are not to be cheaply won, but exact their dues of work and self denial, anxiety and discouragement.
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Youth is not a vanished thing but something that dwells forever in the heart.
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How fair the realm Imagination opens to the view.
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It’s not what the world holds for you. It’s what you bring to it.
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Some nights are like honey – and some like wine – and some like wormwood.
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There are so many unpleasant things in the world already that there is no use in imagining any more.
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I have really done so few bad things that they have to keep harping on the old ones [.]
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I shall give life here my best, and I believe it will give its best to me in return.
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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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Tomorrow is always fresh, with no mistakes in it.
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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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I hate to lend a book I love…it never seems quite the same when it comes back to me.
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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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