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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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Prince Edward Island
Lucy Maud Montgomery Macdonald
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Walter's eyes were very wonderful. All the joy and sorrow and laughter and loyalty and aspirations of many generations lying under the sod looked out of their dark-gray depths.
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My pen shall heal, not hurt.
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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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She wanted to be alone - to think things out - to adjust herself, if it were possible, to the new world in which she seemed to have been transplanted with a suddenness and completeness that left her half bewildered to her own identity.
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Love you! Girl, you're in the very core of my heart. I hold you there like a jewel. Didn't I promise you I'd never tell you a lie? Love you! I love you with all there is of me to love. Heart, soul, brain. Every fibre of body and spirit thrilling to the sweetness of you. There's nobody in the world for me but you, Valancy.
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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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I feel as if I had opened a book and found roses of yesterday sweet and fragrant, between its leaves.
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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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But just think what a dull world it would be if everyone was sensible,' pleaded Anne.
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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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I wonder what it would be like to live in a world where it was always June.
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...a little appreciation sometimes does quite as much good as all the conscientious bringing up in the world.
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I suppose all this sounds very crazy — all these terrible emotions always do sound foolish when we put them into our inadequate words. They are not meant to be spoken — only felt and endured.
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Don't try to write anything you can't feel - it will be a failure - 'echoes nothing worth
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But I just went to work and imagined that I had on the most beautiful pale blue silk dress - because when you are imagining you might as well imagine something worth while.
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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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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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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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I wouldn't want to marry anybody who was wicked, but I think I'd like it if he could be wicked and wouldn't.
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The night was clear and frosty, all ebony of shadow and silver of snowy slope big stars were shining over the silent fields here and there the dark pointed firs stood up with snow powdering their branches and the wind whistling through them.
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