Fancies are like shadows…you can’t cage them, they’re such wayward, dancing things.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYShe had a way of embroidering life with stars.
More Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes
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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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trees, unlike so many humans, always improve on acquaintance. No matter how much you like them at the start you are sure to like them much better further on, and best of all when you have known them for years and enjoyed intercourse with them in all seasons.
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How fair the realm Imagination opens to the view.
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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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Facts are stubborn things, but, as some one has wisely said, not half so stubborn as fallacies.
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Maples are such sociable trees … They’re always rustling and whispering to you.
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The world looks like something God had just imaged for his own pleasure, doesn’t it?
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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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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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There are so many unpleasant things in the world already that there is no use in imagining any more.
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One can’t get over the habit of being a little girl all at once.
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Tomorrow is always fresh, with no mistakes in it.
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Fear is the original sin. Almost all of the evil in the world has its origin in the fact that some one is afraid of something.It is a cold slimy serpent coiling about you. It is horrible to live with fear; and it is of all things degrading.
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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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Thank goodness, we can choose our friends. We have to take our relatives as they are, and be thankful.
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