Fear 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.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYGilbert 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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Fancies are like shadows…you can’t cage them, they’re such wayward, dancing things.
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How fair the realm Imagination opens to the view.
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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 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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She had looked her duty courageously in the face and found it a friend – as duty ever is when we meet it frankly.
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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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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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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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most people worry so much, they think you’re not right if you don’t worry.
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What had seemed easy in imagination was rather hard in reality.
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Tomorrow is always fresh, with no mistakes in it.
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The world looks like something God had just imaged for his own pleasure, doesn’t it?
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Maples are such sociable trees … They’re always rustling and whispering to you.
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I’m afraid our old world has come to an end, Rilla. We’ve got to face the fact. (Walter)
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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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