I’m afraid our old world has come to an end, Rilla. We’ve got to face the fact. (Walter)
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYWe should regret our mistakes and learn from them, but never carry them forward into the future with us.
More Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes
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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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She had never before minded being alone. Now she dreaded it. When she was alone now she felt so dreadfully alone.
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The world looks like something God had just imaged for his own pleasure, doesn’t it?
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Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.
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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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We should regret our mistakes and learn from them, but never carry them forward into the future with us.
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That is one good thing about this world – there are always sure to be more springs.
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most people worry so much, they think you’re not right if you don’t worry.
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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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She had a way of embroidering life with stars.
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Oh Marilla, looking forward to things is half the pleasure of them,” exclaimed Anne.
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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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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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Life, deal gently with her … Love, never desert her
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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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