Life, deal gently with her … Love, never desert her
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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What had seemed easy in imagination was rather hard in reality.
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I hate to lend a book I love…it never seems quite the same when it comes back to me.
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Some nights are like honey – and some like wine – and some like wormwood.
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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 shall give life here my best, and I believe it will give its best to me in return.
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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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Fancies are like shadows…you can’t cage them, they’re such wayward, dancing things.
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Next to trying and winning, the best thing is trying and failing.
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Oh Marilla, looking forward to things is half the pleasure of them,” exclaimed Anne.
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It’s the worst kind of cruelty — the thoughtless kind. You can’t cope with it.
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Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.
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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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We should regret our mistakes and learn from them, but never carry them forward into the future with us.
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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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That is one good thing about this world – there are always sure to be more springs.
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