One can’t get over the habit of being a little girl all at once.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYtrees, 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.
More Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes
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My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.
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How fair the realm Imagination opens to the view.
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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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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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We should regret our mistakes and learn from them, but never carry them forward into the future with us.
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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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Fancies are like shadows…you can’t cage them, they’re such wayward, dancing 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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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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Maples are such sociable trees … They’re always rustling and whispering to you.
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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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Gilbert put his arm about them. ‘Oh, you mothers!’ he said. ‘You mothers! God knew what He was about when He made you.
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Life, deal gently with her … Love, never desert her
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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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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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