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…i'm Sorry, And A Little Dissatisfied As Well. Miss Stacy Told Me Long Ago That By The Time I Was Twenty My Character Would Be Formed, For Good Or Evil. I Don't Feel That It's What It Should Be. It's Full Of Flaws.' 'so's Everybody's,' Said Aunt Jamesina Cheerfully. 'mine's Cracked In A Hundred Places. Your Miss Stacy Likely Meant That When You Are Twenty Your Character Would Have Got Its Permanent Bent In One Direction Or 'tother, And Would Go On Developing In That Line.

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…i'm Sorry, And A Little Dissatisfied As Well. Miss Stacy Told Me Long Ago That By The Time I Was Twenty My Character Would Be Formed, For Good Or Evil. I Don't Feel That It's What It Should Be. It's Full Of Flaws.' 'so's Everybody's,' Said Aunt Jamesina Cheerfully. 'mine's Cracked In A Hundred Places. Your Miss Stacy Likely Meant That When You Are Twenty Your Character Would Have Got Its Permanent Bent In One Direction Or 'tother, And Would Go On Developing In That Line.

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Death Grows Friendlier As We Grow Older.

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Trees Have As Much Individuality As Human Beings. Not Even Two Spruces Are Alike. There Is Always Some Kink Or Curve Or Bend Of Bough To Single Each One Out From Its Fellows.

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I Must Get Out All My Ambitions And Dust Them.

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Doesn't Matter What A Person's Name Is As Long As He Behaves Himself.

She Had Looked Her Duty Courageously In The Face And Found It A Friend - As Duty Ever Is When We Meet It Frankly.

He Had Also The Reputation Of Being A Bit Of A Lady Killer. But That Probably Accrued To Him From His Possession Of A Laughing, Velvety Voice Which No Girl Could Hear Without A Heartbeat, And A Dangerous Way Of Listening As If She Were Saying Something That He Had Longed All His Life To Hear.

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A Plate Of Apples, An Open Fire, And A Jolly Good Book Are A Fair Substitute For Heaven.

Why Did Dusk And Fir-scent And The Afterglow Of Autumnal Sunsets Make People Say Absurd Things?

Anne Shirley. Anne With An "e.

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Why, I've Never Even Had A Quarrel With Any One. I Haven't An Enemy. What A Spineless Thing I Must Be Not To Have Even One Enemy!

Of All The Uncertain Things Marriage Is The Uncertainest.

Blessings Be The Inventor Of The Alphabet, Pen And Printing Press! Life Would Be -- To Me In All Events -- A Terrible Thing Without Books.

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Anne Always Remembered The Silvery, Peaceful Beauty And Fragrant Calm Of That Night. It Was The Last Night Before Sorrow Touched Her Life; And No Life Is Ever Quite The Same Again When Once That Cold, Sanctifying Touch Has Been Laid Upon It.

That's The Worst Of Growing Up, And I'm Beginning To Realize It. The Things You Wanted So Much When You Were A Child Don't Seem Half So Wonderful To You When You Get Them.

It Has Always Seemed To Me. Ever Since Early Childhood, Amid All The Commonplaces Of Life, I Was Very Near To A Kingdom Of Ideal Beauty. Between It And Me Hung Only A Thin Veil. I Could Never Draw It Quite Aside, But Sometimes A Wind Fluttered It And I Caught A Glimpse Of The Enchanting Realms Beyond-only A Glimpse-but Those Glimpses Have Always Made Life Worthwhile.

Why Must People Kneel Down To Pray? If I Really Wanted To Pray I’ll Tell You What I'd Do. I'd Go Out Into A Great Big Field All Alone Or In The Deep, Deep Woods And I'd Look Up Into The Sky—up—up—up—into That Lovely Blue Sky That Looks As If There Was No End To Its Blueness. And Then I'd Just Feel A Prayer.

There Is Such A Place As Fairyland - But Only Children Can Find The Way To It...until They Have Grown So Old That They Forget The Way. Only A Few, Who Remain Children At Heart, Can Ever Find That Fair, Lost Path Again...the World Calls Them Singers And Poets And Artists And Story-tellers; But They Are Just People Who Have Never Forgotten The Way To Fairyland.

It Would Be Lovely To Sleep In A Wild Cherry-tree All White With Bloom In The Moonshine

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