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It's the worst kind of cruelty — the thoughtless kind. You can't cope with 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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New London
Prince Edward Island
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she was richer in those dreams than in realities for things seen pass away, but the things that are unseen are eternal.
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Behind them in the garden the little stone house brooded among the shadows. It was lonely but not forsaken. It had not yet done with dreams and laughter and the joy of life there were to be future summers for the little stone house meanwhile, it could wait. And over the river in purple durance the echoes bided their time.
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It's not vanity to know your own good points. It would just be stupidity if you didn't It's only vanity when you get puffed up about them.
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We've had a beautiful friendship, Diana. We've never marred it by one quarrel or coolness or unkind word and I hope it will always be so. But things can't be quite the same after this. You'll have other interests. I'll just be on the outside.
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She asked me what made me do such a thing. That is an awkward question because I often can't tell what makes me do things. Sometimes I do them just to find out what I feel like doing them. And sometimes I do them because I want to have some exciting things to tell my grandchildren.
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I've a pocket full of dreams to sell, said Teddy, whimsically,... What d'ye lack? What d'ye lack? A dream of success--a dream of adventure--a dream of the sea--a dream of the woodland--any kind of a dream you want at reasonable prices, including one or two unique little nightmares. What will you give me for a dream?
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That's a lovely idea, Diana,' said Anne enthusiastically. 'Living so that you beautify your name, even if it wasn't beautiful to begin with…making it stand in people's thoughts for something so lovely and pleasant that they never think of it by itself. Thank you, Diana.
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You'd find it easier to be bad than good if you had red hair, said Anne reproachfully. People who haven't red hair don't know what trouble is.
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brains last, beauty doesn't.
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I must get out all my ambitions and dust them.
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[O]ne can dream so much better in a room where there are pretty things.
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But I'd rather look like you than be pretty, she told Anne sincerely. Anne laughed, sipped honey from the tribute, and cast away the sting.
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There isn't any such thing as an ordinary life. (92)
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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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