It’s the worst kind of cruelty — the thoughtless kind. You can’t cope with it.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYI’m really a very happy, contented little person in spite of my broken heart.
More Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes
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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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What had seemed easy in imagination was rather hard in reality.
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We should regret our mistakes and learn from them, but never carry them forward into the future with us.
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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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She had a way of embroidering life with stars.
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It will come sometime. Some beautiful morning she will just wake up and find it is Tomorrow. Not Today but Tomorrow. And then things will happen … wonderful things.
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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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Tomorrow is always fresh, with no mistakes in it.
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most people worry so much, they think you’re not right if you don’t worry.
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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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There are so many unpleasant things in the world already that there is no use in imagining any more.
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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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It’s not what the world holds for you. It’s what you bring to it.
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Heretics are wicked, but they’re mighty int’resting. It’s jest that they’ve got sorter lost looking for God, being under the impression that He’s hard to find – which He ain’t never.
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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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