Life, deal gently with her … Love, never desert her
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYThere 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
More Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes
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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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Fancies are like shadows…you can’t cage them, they’re such wayward, dancing things.
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Gilbert put his arm about them. ‘Oh, you mothers!’ he said. ‘You mothers! God knew what He was about when He made you.
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It’s not what the world holds for you. It’s what you bring to 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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Heretics are wicked, but they’re mighty int’resting. It’s jest that they’ve got sorter lost looking for God, being under the impression that He’s hard to find – which He ain’t never.
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How fair the realm Imagination opens to the view.
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I’m really a very happy, contented little person in spite of my broken heart.
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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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Anne was always glad in the happiness of her friends; but it is sometimes a little lonely to be surrounded everywhere by happiness that is not your own.
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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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We should regret our mistakes and learn from them, but never carry them forward into the future with us.
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I shall give life here my best, and I believe it will give its best to me in return.
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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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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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