One can’t get over the habit of being a little girl all at once.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYMy life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.
More Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes
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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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I have really done so few bad things that they have to keep harping on the old ones [.]
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I’m afraid our old world has come to an end, Rilla. We’ve got to face the fact. (Walter)
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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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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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The world looks like something God had just imaged for his own pleasure, doesn’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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My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.
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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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Facts are stubborn things, but, as some one has wisely said, not half so stubborn as fallacies.
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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
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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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Tomorrow is always fresh, with no mistakes in it.
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It’s the worst kind of cruelty — the thoughtless kind. You can’t cope with it.
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Youth is not a vanished thing but something that dwells forever in the heart.
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