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.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYI 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.
More Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes
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Youth is not a vanished thing but something that dwells forever in the heart.
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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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Maples are such sociable trees … They’re always rustling and whispering to you.
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Oh Marilla, looking forward to things is half the pleasure of them,” exclaimed Anne.
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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 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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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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All life lessons are not learned at college,’she thought. Life teaches them everywhere.
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One can’t get over the habit of being a little girl all at once.
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I’m afraid our old world has come to an end, Rilla. We’ve got to face the fact. (Walter)
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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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What had seemed easy in imagination was rather hard in reality.
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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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It’s not what the world holds for you. It’s what you bring to 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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