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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.

Lucy Maud Montgomery

Life, deal gently with her … Love, never desert her
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERY

Deal Desert Gently
My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.
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Hope Life Perfect
most people worry so much, they think you’re not right if you don’t worry.
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People Thanks Uneasyness Worry
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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Jest Look Lost Sorter Wicked
Tomorrow is always fresh, with no mistakes in it.
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Air Inspirational Mistake
Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.
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Long Memories Remember
There must be a limit to the mistakes one person can make, and when I get to the end of them, then I’ll be through with them. That’s a comforting thought
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Comfort End Limit Mistake People
Youth is not a vanished thing but something that dwells forever in the heart.
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Forever Heart Vanish Youth
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.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERY

Acquaintance Matter Tree Year
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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Believe Color Drab Rather Wise
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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Lamb Twilight Winter
It’s the worst kind of cruelty — the thoughtless kind. You can’t cope with it.
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Cruelty Kind Worst
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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October September Skip World
Facts are stubborn things, but, as some one has wisely said, not half so stubborn as fallacies.
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Fact Half Stubborn
The world looks like something God had just imaged for his own pleasure, doesn’t it?
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Look Pleasure World
It’s not what the world holds for you. It’s what you bring to it.
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Gables Graduation Green World

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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