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Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.
Lucy Maud Montgomery
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Lucy Maud Montgomery
Age: 67 †
Born: 1874
Born: November 30
Died: 1942
Died: April 24
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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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If a kiss could be seen I think it would look like a violet,' said Priscilla. Anne glowed. 'I'm so glad you spoke that thought, Priscilla, instead of just thinking it and keeping it to yourself. This world would be a much more interesting place…although it is very interesting, anyhow…if people spoke out their real thoughts.
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But really, Marilla, one can't stay sad very long in such an interesting world, can one?
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I don't know which is worse - to have somebody you DON'T like ask you to marry him or NOT have some one you DO like. Both are rather unpleasant.
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What is it really like to be engaged? asked Anne curiously. Well, that all depends on who you're engaged to, answered Diana, with that maddening air of superior wisdom always assumed by those who are engaged over those who are not.
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…I'm so thankful for friendship. It beautifies life so much.
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Nothing mattered much to me for a time there, after you told me you could never love me, Anne. There was nobody else -- there never could be anybody else for me but you. I've loved you ever since that day you broke your slate over my head in school.
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Yes, it's beautiful,' said Gilbert, looking steadily down into Anne's uplifted face, 'but wouldn't it have been more beautiful still, Anne, if there had been no separation or misunderstanding . . . if they had come hand in hand all the way through life, with no memories behind them but those which belonged to each other?
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Their happiness was in each others keeping, and both were unafraid.
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I can't cheer up — I don't want to cheer up. It's nicer to be miserable!
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Make them do as you want them to, she said. I can’t, mourned Anne. Averil is such an unmanageable heroine. She will do and say things I never meant her to. Then that spoils everything that went before and I have to write it all over again.
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I can't help flying up on the wings of anticipation. It's as glorious as soaring through a sunset... almost pays for the thud.
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All things great are wound up with all things little.
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I don't want sunbursts and marble halls. I just want YOU. Sunbursts and marble halls may be all very well, but there is more 'scope for imagination' without them. And as for the waiting, that doesn't matter. We'll just be happy, waiting and working for each other—and dreaming. Oh, dreams will be very sweet now.
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It is never quite safe to think we have done with life. When we imagine we have finished our story fate has a trick of turning the page and showing us yet another chapter.
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You can't have many exclamation points left,' thought Anne, 'but no doubt the supply of italics is inexhaustible.
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I know you're a fool, Jim Hardy, but for heaven's sake pretend you're not for five minutes.
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Dear old world', she murmured, 'you are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in you.
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“You 're not eating anything,” said Marilla sharply, eying her as if it were a serious shortcoming. Anne sighed. “I can 't. I'm in the depths of despair. Can you eat when you are in the depths of despair?”
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