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My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.

Lucy Maud Montgomery

I do know my own mind,’ protested Anne. ‘The trouble is, my mind changes and then I have to get acquainted with it all over again.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERY

Mind Own Trouble
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.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERY

Look Serious Sober
Youth is not a vanished thing but something that dwells forever in the heart.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERY

Forever Heart Vanish Youth
In daylight I belong to the world . . . in the night to sleep and eternity. But in the dusk I’m free from both and belong only to myself . . . and you
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERY

Night Sleep World
There are so many unpleasant things in the world already that there is no use in imagining any more.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERY

Imaginary Use World
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?
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERY

Get Harder Satisfaction
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.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERY

Little Lonely Sometimes
I shall give life here my best, and I believe it will give its best to me in return.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERY

Believe Giving Return
Thank goodness, we can choose our friends. We have to take our relatives as they are, and be thankful.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERY

Being Goodness Montgomery Thankful
most people worry so much, they think you’re not right if you don’t worry.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERY

People Thanks Uneasyness Worry
She had looked her duty courageously in the face and found it a friend – as duty ever is when we meet it frankly.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERY

Duty Faces Found Friend
We should regret our mistakes and learn from them, but never carry them forward into the future with us.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERY

Forward Future Mistake Regret
She had a way of embroidering life with stars.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERY

Embroidery Star Way
Fancies are like shadows…you can’t cage them, they’re such wayward, dancing things.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERY

Dance Fancy Shadow
Tomorrow is always fresh, with no mistakes in it.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERY

Air Inspirational Mistake
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 MONTGOMERY

Lamb Twilight Winter

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