It will come sometime. Some beautiful morning she will just wake up and find it is Tomorrow. Not Today but Tomorrow. And then things will happen … wonderful things.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYIn 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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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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Youth is not a vanished thing but something that dwells forever in the heart.
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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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The world looks like something God had just imaged for his own pleasure, doesn’t it?
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Next to trying and winning, the best thing is trying and failing.
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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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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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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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Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.
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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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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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It’s not what the world holds for you. It’s what you bring to it.
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She had a way of embroidering life with stars.
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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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