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
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYI’m afraid our old world has come to an end, Rilla. We’ve got to face the fact. (Walter)
More Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes
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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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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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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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Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.
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Dear old world’, she murmured, ‘you are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in you.
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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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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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It’s the worst kind of cruelty — the thoughtless kind. You can’t cope with it.
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All life lessons are not learned at college,’she thought. Life teaches them everywhere.
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Tomorrow is always fresh, with no mistakes in it.
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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 should regret our mistakes and learn from them, but never carry them forward into the future with us.
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Life, deal gently with her … Love, never desert her
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Youth is not a vanished thing but something that dwells forever in the heart.
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Fancies are like shadows…you can’t cage them, they’re such wayward, dancing things.
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