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Dear old world’, she murmured, ‘you are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in you.

Lucy Maud Montgomery

It’s the worst kind of cruelty — the thoughtless kind. You can’t cope with it.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERY

Cruelty Kind Worst
I’m really a very happy, contented little person in spite of my broken heart.
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Broken Heart Little Spite
most people worry so much, they think you’re not right if you don’t worry.
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People Thanks Uneasyness Worry
It’s not what the world holds for you. It’s what you bring to it.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERY

Gables Graduation Green World
The world looks like something God had just imaged for his own pleasure, doesn’t it?
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Look Pleasure World
I hate to lend a book I love…it never seems quite the same when it comes back to me.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERY

Back Book Come Hate
She had looked her duty courageously in the face and found it a friend – as duty ever is when we meet it frankly.
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Duty Faces Found Friend
We are never half so interesting when we have learned that language is given us to enable us to conceal our thoughts.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERY

Half Interest Language
Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERY

Long Memories Remember
I shall give life here my best, and I believe it will give its best to me in return.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERY

Believe Giving Return
Dear old world’, she murmured, ‘you are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in you.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERY

Alive Glad Lovely World
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.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERY

Mind Own Trouble
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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Degrad Evil Fear World
Some nights are like honey – and some like wine – and some like wormwood.
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Honeym Night Wine Wormwood
Fancies are like shadows…you can’t cage them, they’re such wayward, dancing things.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERY

Dance Fancy Shadow
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 MONTGOMERY

Lamb Twilight Winter

Dear old world’, she murmured, ‘you are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in you.

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