Thank goodness, we can choose our friends. We have to take our relatives as they are, and be thankful.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYFear 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.
More Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes
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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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Fancies are like shadows…you can’t cage them, they’re such wayward, dancing things.
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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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Next to trying and winning, the best thing is trying and failing.
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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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Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.
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Life, deal gently with her … Love, never desert her
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But 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?
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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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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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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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I hate to lend a book I love…it never seems quite the same when it comes back to me.
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Maples are such sociable trees … They’re always rustling and whispering to you.
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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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