One can’t get over the habit of being a little girl all at once.
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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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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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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Matthew, much to his own surprise, was enjoying himself. Like most quiet folks he liked talkative people when they were willing to do the talking themselves and did not expect him to keep up his end of it.
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Anne, are you killed?’ shrieked Diana, throwing herself on her knees beside her friend. ‘Oh, Anne, dear Anne, speak just one word to me and tell me if you’re killed.
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It’s the worst kind of cruelty — the thoughtless kind. You can’t cope with it.
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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.
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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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I have really done so few bad things that they have to keep harping on the old ones [.]
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Maples are such sociable trees … They’re always rustling and whispering to you.
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She had a way of embroidering life with stars.
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What had seemed easy in imagination was rather hard in reality.
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It’s so hard to get up again—although of course the harder it is the more satisfaction you have when you do get up, haven’t you?
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Youth is not a vanished thing but something that dwells forever in the heart.
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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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