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Tuesday
Jun162020

Lucy Maud Montgomery

Isn't it nice to think that tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it yet?

It's been my experience that you can nearly always enjoy things if you make up your mind firmly that you will.

I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.

Kindred spirits are not so scarce as I used to think. It's splendid to find out there are so many of them in the world.

True friends are always together in spirit.

Well, we all make mistakes, dear, so just put it behind you. We should regret our mistakes and learn from them, but never carry them forward into the future with us.

My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.

Life is worth living as long as there's a laugh in it.

I am simply a 'book drunkard.' Books have the same irresistible temptation for me that liquor has for its devotee. I cannot withstand them.

Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one’s life with pomp and blare, like a gay knight riding down; perhaps it crept to one’s side like an old friend through quiet ways; perhaps it revealed itself in seeming prose, until some sudden shaft of illumination flung athwart its pages betrayed the rhythm and the music, perhaps . . . perhaps . . . love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath.


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