Anne was always glad in the happiness of her friends; but it is sometimes a little lonely to be surrounded everywhere by happiness that is not your own.
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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How fair the realm Imagination opens to the view.
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most people worry so much, they think you’re not right if you don’t worry.
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Life, deal gently with her … Love, never desert her
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I’m really a very happy, contented little person in spite of my broken heart.
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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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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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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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Dear old world’, she murmured, ‘you are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in you.
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It’s not what the world holds for you. It’s what you bring to it.
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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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Some nights are like honey – and some like wine – and some like wormwood.
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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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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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My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.
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