The world looks like something God had just imaged for his own pleasure, doesn’t it?
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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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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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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There are so many unpleasant things in the world already that there is no use in imagining any more.
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Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.
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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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Life, deal gently with her … Love, never desert her
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She had a way of embroidering life with stars.
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Oh Marilla, looking forward to things is half the pleasure of them,” exclaimed Anne.
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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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That is one good thing about this world – there are always sure to be more springs.
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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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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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