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 MONTGOMERYWhen twilight drops her curtain down And pins it with a star Remember that you have a friend Though she may wander far.
More Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes
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I’m really a very happy, contented little person in spite of my broken heart.
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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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The world looks like something God had just imaged for his own pleasure, doesn’t it?
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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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Fancies are like shadows…you can’t cage them, they’re such wayward, dancing 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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She had a way of embroidering life with stars.
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It’s the worst kind of cruelty — the thoughtless kind. You can’t cope with it.
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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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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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I’m afraid our old world has come to an end, Rilla. We’ve got to face the fact. (Walter)
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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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Facts are stubborn things, but, as some one has wisely said, not half so stubborn as fallacies.
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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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Dear old world’, she murmured, ‘you are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in you.
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