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Lucy Maud Montgomery
Age: 67 †
Born: 1874
Born: November 30
Died: 1942
Died: April 24
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Prince Edward Island
Lucy Maud Montgomery Macdonald
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I can just imagine myself sitting down at the head of the table and pouring out the tea, said Anne, shutting her eyes ecstatically. And asking Diana if she takes sugar! I know she doesn't but of course I'll ask her just as if I didn't know.
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Make a little room in your plans for romance again, Anne, girl. All the degrees and scholarships in the world can’t make up for the lack of it. ~Aunt Josephine to Anne in Anne Of Green Gables
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Why is it that the nicest things never are healthy?
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Death grows friendlier as we grow older.
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I heard someone say once that the years from fifteen to nineteen are the best years in a girl's life.
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There is no such thing as freedom on earth, he said. Only different kinds of bondages. And comparative bondages. YOU think you are free now because you've escaped from a peculiarly unbreakable kind of bondage. But are you? You love me - THAT'S a bondage.
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I suppose it was a romantic was to perish... for a mouse
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Mrs. Cadbury: Tell me what you know about yourself. Anne Shirley: Well, it really isn't worth telling, Mrs. Cadbury... but if you let me tell you what I IMAGINE about myself you'd find it a lot more interesting.
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To dispair is to turn your back on God.
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I've had a splendid time, she concluded happily, and I feel that it marks an epoch in my life. But the best of it all was the coming home.
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People who don't like cats always seem to think there is some peculiar virtue in not liking them.
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…the Lake of Shining Waters was blue — blue — blue not the changeful blue of spring, nor the pale azure of summer, but a clear, steadfast, serene blue, as if the water were past all modes and tenses of emotion and had settled down to a tranquillity unbroken by fickle dreams.
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Reading stories is bad enough but writing them is worse.
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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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Here sat Marilla Cuthbert, when she sat at all, slightly distrustful of sunshine, which seemed to her too dancing and irresponsible a thing for a world which was meant to be taken seriously.
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Few women are so beautiful and charming that they can afford to divest themselves of any portion of their charm so they are very foolish to do so by smoking. It doesn't matter about men. Men look ugly and silly, too, when smoking. But it isn't beauty that matters with them-only strength
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There be three gentle and goodlie things, To be here, To be together, And to think well of one another.
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There are plenty of people, in Avonlea and out of it, who can attend closely to their neighbours' business by dint of neglecting their own but Mrs. Rachel Lynde was one of those capable creatures who can manage their own concerns and those of other folks into the bargain.
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Oh, Marilla, I thought I was happy before. Now I know that I just dreamed a pleasant dream of happiness. This is the reality.
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When I think something nice is going to happen I seem to fly right up on the wings of anticipation and then the first thing I realize I drop down to earth with a thud. But really, Marilla, the flying part is glorious as long as it lasts. . . it's like soaring through a sunset. I think it almost pays for the thud.
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