When twilight drops her curtain down And pins it with a star Remember that you have a friend Though she may wander far.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYWhat had seemed easy in imagination was rather hard in reality.
More Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes
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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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I’m really a very happy, contented little person in spite of my broken heart.
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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’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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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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A child that has a quick temper, just blaze up and cool down, ain’t never likely to be sly or deceitful.
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We are never half so interesting when we have learned that language is given us to enable us to conceal our thoughts.
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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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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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Facts are stubborn things, but, as some one has wisely said, not half so stubborn as fallacies.
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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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Tomorrow is always fresh, with no mistakes in it.
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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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