Oh Marilla, looking forward to things is half the pleasure of them,” exclaimed Anne.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYIt 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.
More Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes
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We are never half so interesting when we have learned that language is given us to enable us to conceal our thoughts.
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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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One can’t get over the habit of being a little girl all at once.
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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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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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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 pay a price for everything we get or take in this world; and although ambitions are well worth having, they are not to be cheaply won, but exact their dues of work and self denial, anxiety and discouragement.
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That is one good thing about this world – there are always sure to be more springs.
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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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When twilight drops her curtain down And pins it with a star Remember that you have a friend Though she may wander far.
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The world looks like something God had just imaged for his own pleasure, doesn’t it?
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Fancies are like shadows…you can’t cage them, they’re such wayward, dancing things.
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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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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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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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