She had a way of embroidering life with stars.
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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We should regret our mistakes and learn from them, but never carry them forward into the future with us.
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I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers. It would be terrible if we just skipped from September to November, wouldn’t it?
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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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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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The world looks like something God had just imaged for his own pleasure, doesn’t it?
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Oh Marilla, looking forward to things is half the pleasure of them,” exclaimed Anne.
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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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That is one good thing about this world – there are always sure to be more springs.
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A child that has a quick temper, just blaze up and cool down, ain’t never likely to be sly or deceitful.
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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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Life, deal gently with her … Love, never desert her
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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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Youth is not a vanished thing but something that dwells forever in the heart.
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It’s not what the world holds for you. It’s what you bring to it.
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My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.
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