She had looked her duty courageously in the face and found it a friend – as duty ever is when we meet it frankly.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYOne can’t get over the habit of being a little girl all at once.
More Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes
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She had a way of embroidering life with stars.
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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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How fair the realm Imagination opens to the view.
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The world looks like something God had just imaged for his own pleasure, doesn’t it?
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Fancies are like shadows…you can’t cage them, they’re such wayward, dancing things.
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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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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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Some nights are like honey – and some like wine – and some like wormwood.
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We are never half so interesting when we have learned that language is given us to enable us to conceal our thoughts.
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All life lessons are not learned at college,’she thought. Life teaches them everywhere.
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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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Thank goodness, we can choose our friends. We have to take our relatives as they are, and be thankful.
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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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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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