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My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.

Lucy Maud Montgomery

I hate to lend a book I love…it never seems quite the same when it comes back to me.
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Back Book Come Hate
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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Lamb Twilight Winter
There are so many unpleasant things in the world already that there is no use in imagining any more.
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Imaginary Use World
Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.
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Long Memories Remember
We should regret our mistakes and learn from them, but never carry them forward into the future with us.
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Forward Future Mistake Regret
trees, unlike so many humans, always improve on acquaintance. No matter how much you like them at the start you are sure to like them much better further on, and best of all when you have known them for years and enjoyed intercourse with them in all seasons.
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Acquaintance Matter Tree Year
Maples are such sociable trees … They’re always rustling and whispering to you.
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Sociable Tree Whispering
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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Jest Look Lost Sorter Wicked
My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.
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Hope Life Perfect
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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Get Harder Satisfaction
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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Half Interest Language
Youth is not a vanished thing but something that dwells forever in the heart.
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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
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Night Sleep World
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.
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Mind Own Trouble
I’m really a very happy, contented little person in spite of my broken heart.
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Broken Heart Little Spite
It’s not what the world holds for you. It’s what you bring to it.
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Gables Graduation Green World

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