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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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She had a way of embroidering life with stars.
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Embroidery Star Way
I shall give life here my best, and I believe it will give its best to me in return.
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Believe Giving Return
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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Look Serious Sober
But I believe I rather like superstitious people. They lend color to life. Wouldn’t it be a rather drab world if everybody was wise and sensible . . . and good? What would we find to talk about?
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Believe Color Drab Rather Wise
Some nights are like honey – and some like wine – and some like wormwood.
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Honeym Night Wine Wormwood
Maples are such sociable trees … They’re always rustling and whispering to you.
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Sociable Tree Whispering
I have really done so few bad things that they have to keep harping on the old ones [.]
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Bad Create Few People Thing
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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Emotion Enjoy People Quiet Talk
It’s not what the world holds for you. It’s what you bring to it.
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Gables Graduation Green World
How fair the realm Imagination opens to the view.
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Imagination Realms View
Youth is not a vanished thing but something that dwells forever in the heart.
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Forever Heart Vanish Youth
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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Night Sleep World
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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Know Mean Wicked
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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Jest Look Lost Sorter Wicked
Tomorrow is always fresh, with no mistakes in it.
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Air Inspirational Mistake
I hate to lend a book I love…it never seems quite the same when it comes back to me.
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Back Book Come Hate
Thank goodness, we can choose our friends. We have to take our relatives as they are, and be thankful.
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Being Goodness Montgomery Thankful
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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Diana Knee Speak
It’s the worst kind of cruelty — the thoughtless kind. You can’t cope with it.
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Cruelty Kind Worst
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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Lamb Twilight Winter
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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Half Interest Language
Gilbert put his arm about them. ‘Oh, you mothers!’ he said. ‘You mothers! God knew what He was about when He made you.
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Arms Made Mother People
Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.
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Long Memories Remember
All life lessons are not learned at college,’she thought. Life teaches them everywhere.
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College Everywhere Lesson Life
Fancies are like shadows…you can’t cage them, they’re such wayward, dancing things.
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Dance Fancy Shadow
Dear old world’, she murmured, ‘you are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in you.
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Alive Glad Lovely World
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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Ambition Anxiety Self

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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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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