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My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.

Lucy Maud Montgomery

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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Know Mean Wicked
I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers. It would be terrible if we just skipped from September to November, wouldn’t it?
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October September Skip World
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
I have really done so few bad things that they have to keep harping on the old ones [.]
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Bad Create Few People Thing
Next to trying and winning, the best thing is trying and failing.
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Encouraging Positive Uplifting
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
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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Duty Faces Found Friend
Dear old world’, she murmured, ‘you are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in you.
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Alive Glad Lovely World
That is one good thing about this world – there are always sure to be more springs.
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Animal Good Things Nature Spring
All life lessons are not learned at college,’she thought. Life teaches them everywhere.
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College Everywhere Lesson Life
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
She had a way of embroidering life with stars.
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Embroidery Star Way
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
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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Emotion Enjoy People Quiet Talk
I’m afraid our old world has come to an end, Rilla. We’ve got to face the fact. (Walter)
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Come Face Fact World
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
What had seemed easy in imagination was rather hard in reality.
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Easy Imagination Reality
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
Fear is the original sin. Almost all of the evil in the world has its origin in the fact that some one is afraid of something.It is a cold slimy serpent coiling about you. It is horrible to live with fear; and it is of all things degrading.
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Degrad Evil Fear World
Youth is not a vanished thing but something that dwells forever in the heart.
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Forever Heart Vanish Youth
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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Look Serious Sober
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
Some nights are like honey – and some like wine – and some like wormwood.
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Honeym Night Wine Wormwood
There must be a limit to the mistakes one person can make, and when I get to the end of them, then I’ll be through with them. That’s a comforting thought
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Comfort End Limit Mistake People
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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Beautiful Inspiration Morning

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