She had a way of embroidering life with stars.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYA child that has a quick temper, just blaze up and cool down, ain’t never likely to be sly or deceitful.
More Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes
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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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What had seemed easy in imagination was rather hard in reality.
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Life, deal gently with her … Love, never desert her
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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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She had never before minded being alone. Now she dreaded it. When she was alone now she felt so dreadfully alone.
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Matthew, much to his own surprise, was enjoying himself. Like most quiet folks he liked talkative people when they were willing to do the talking themselves and did not expect him to keep up his end of it.
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Next to trying and winning, the best thing is trying and failing.
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My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.
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It will come sometime. Some beautiful morning she will just wake up and find it is Tomorrow. Not Today but Tomorrow. And then things will happen … wonderful things.
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It’s so hard to get up again—although of course the harder it is the more satisfaction you have when you do get up, haven’t you?
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I’m really a very happy, contented little person in spite of my broken heart.
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One can’t get over the habit of being a little girl all at once.
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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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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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Youth is not a vanished thing but something that dwells forever in the heart.
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