How fair the realm Imagination opens to the view.
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
More Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes
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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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Life, deal gently with her … Love, never desert her
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Fancies are like shadows…you can’t cage them, they’re such wayward, dancing things.
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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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That is one good thing about this world – there are always sure to be more springs.
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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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What had seemed easy in imagination was rather hard in reality.
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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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When twilight drops her curtain down And pins it with a star Remember that you have a friend Though she may wander far.
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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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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.
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There must be a limit to the mistakes one person can make, and when I get to the end of them, then I’ll be through with them. That’s a comforting thought
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Maples are such sociable trees … They’re always rustling and whispering to 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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