Youth is not a vanished thing but something that dwells forever in the heart.
LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERYFacts are stubborn things, but, as some one has wisely said, not half so stubborn as fallacies.
More Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes
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She had a way of embroidering life with stars.
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most people worry so much, they think you’re not right if you don’t worry.
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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.
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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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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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She had never before minded being alone. Now she dreaded it. When she was alone now she felt so dreadfully alone.
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Oh Marilla, looking forward to things is half the pleasure of them,” exclaimed Anne.
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Gilbert put his arm about them. ‘Oh, you mothers!’ he said. ‘You mothers! God knew what He was about when He made you.
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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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It’s the worst kind of cruelty — the thoughtless kind. You can’t cope with it.
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Some nights are like honey – and some like wine – and some like wormwood.
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All life lessons are not learned at college,’she thought. Life teaches them everywhere.
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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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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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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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