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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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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One can’t get over the habit of being a little girl all at once.
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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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In daylight I belong to the world . . . in the night to sleep and eternity. But in the dusk I’m free from both and belong only to myself . . . and you
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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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All life lessons are not learned at college,’she thought. Life teaches them everywhere.
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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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That is one good thing about this world – there are always sure to be more springs.
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My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.
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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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I have really done so few bad things that they have to keep harping on the old ones [.]
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Oh Marilla, looking forward to things is half the pleasure of them,” exclaimed Anne.
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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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Mrs. Spencer said it was wicked of me to talk like that, but I didn’t mean to be wicked. It’s so easy to be wicked without knowing it, isn’t it?
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Some nights are like honey – and some like wine – and some like wormwood.
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