What had seemed easy in imagination was rather hard in reality.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYThank goodness, we can choose our friends. We have to take our relatives as they are, and be thankful.
More Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes
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I’m really a very happy, contented little person in spite of my broken heart.
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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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A child that has a quick temper, just blaze up and cool down, ain’t never likely to be sly or deceitful.
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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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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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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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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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I have really done so few bad things that they have to keep harping on the old ones [.]
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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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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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Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember 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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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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