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It Always Amazes Me To Look At The Little, Wrinkled Brown Seeds And Think Of The Rainbows In 'em," Said Captain Jim. "when I Ponder On Them Seeds I Don't Find It Nowise Hard To Believe That We've Got Souls That'll Live In Other Worlds. You Couldn't Hardly Believe There Was Life In Them Tiny Things, Some No Bigger Than Grains Of Dust, Let Alone Colour And Scent, If You Hadn't Seen The Miracle, Could You?

-Lucy Maud Montgomery

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It Always Amazes Me

Lucy Maud Montgomery

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It Always Amazes Me To Look At The Little, Wrinkled Brown Seeds And Think Of The Rainbows In 'em," Said Captain Jim. "when I Ponder On Them Seeds I Don't Find It Nowise Hard To Believe That We've Got Souls That'll Live In Other Worlds. You Couldn't Hardly Believe There Was Life In Them Tiny Things, Some No Bigger Than Grains Of Dust, Let Alone Colour And Scent, If You Hadn't Seen The Miracle, Could You?

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Looking Forward

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Being Frightened Of Things Is Worse Than The Things Themselves.

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If A Kiss Could Be Seen I Think It Would Look Like A Violet.

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Anne Laughed And Sighed. She Felt Very Old And Mature And Wise — Which Showed How Young She Was.

I Like To Hear A Storm At Night. It Is So Cosy To Snuggle Down Among The Blankets And Feel That It Can't Get At You.

It Seems To Me A Most Dreadful Thing To Go Out Of The World And Not Leave One Person Behind You Who Is Sorry You Are Gone,' Said Anne, Shuddering.

Gilbert Darling, Don't Let's Ever Be Afraid Of Things. It's Such Dreadful Slavery. Let's Be Daring And Adventurous And Expectant. Let's Dance To Meet Life And All It Can Bring To Us, Even If It Brings Scads Of Trouble And Typhoid And Twins!" (anne To Gilbert)

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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.

But She Had Long Ago Learned That When She Wandered Into The Realm Of Fancy She Must Go Alone. The Way To It Was By An Enchanted Path Where Not Even Her Dearest Might Follow Her.

And If You Couldn't Be Loved, The Next Best Thing Was To Be Let Alone.

I Read In A Book Once That A Rose By Any Other Name Would Smell As Sweet, But I've Never Been Able To Believe It. I Don't Believe A Rose Would Be As Nice If It Was Called A Thistle Or A Skunk Cabbage.

Youth Is Not A Vanished Thing But Something That Dwells Forever In The Heart.

Facts Are Stubborn Things, But, As Some One Has Wisely Said, Not Half So Stubborn As Fallacies.

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Matthew, Much To His Own Surprise, Was Enjoying Himself. Like Most Quiet Folks He Liked Talkative People When They Were Willing To Do The Talking Themselves And Did Not Expect Him To Keep Up His End Of It.

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.

Oh, We're Very Careful, Marilla. And It's So Interesting. Two Flashes Means, "are You There?" Three Means "yes" And Four "no." Five Means, "come Over As Soon As Possible, Because I Have Something Important To Reveal." Diana Has Just Signalled Five Flashes, And I'm Really Suffering To Know What It Is.

...the Sorrows God Sent Us Brought Comfort And Strength With Them, While The Sorrows We Brought On Ourselves, Through Folly Or Wickedness, Were By Far The Hardest To Bear.

I Doubt If I Shall Ever Have Time To Read The Book Again -- There Are Too Many New Ones Coming Out All The Time Which I Want To Read. Yet An Old Book Has Something For Me Which No New Book Can Ever Have -- For At Every Reading The Memories And Atmosphere Of Other Readings Come Back And I Am Reading Old Years As Well As An Old Book.

In Everything You Do Aim To Excel For What Is Worth Doing Is Worth Doing Well

And He Wrote, "when The Moon Rises Tonight Think Of Me And I'll Think Of You.

It's Not What The World Holds For You. It's What You Bring To It.

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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It's Such An Interesting World. It Wouldn't Be Half So Interesting If We Knew All About Everything, Would It?

Talking Too Much

That Is One Good Thing About This World - There Are Always Sure To Be More Springs.

Isn't It Splendid To Think Of All The Things There Are To Find Out About? It Just Makes Me Feel Glad To Be Alive-it's Such An Interesting World.

Talking Too Much

Don't Believe In Imagining Things Different From What They Really Are. When The Lord Puts Us In Certain Circumstances He Doesn't Mean For Us To Imagine Them Away.

She Suddenly Found Herself Laughing Without Bitterness.

I Love To Smell Flowers In The Dark," She Said. "you Get Hold Of Their Soul Then.

It Was November--the Month Of Crimson Sunsets, Parting Birds, Deep, Sad Hymns Of The Sea, Passionate Wind-songs In The Pines. Anne Roamed Through The Pineland Alleys In The Park And, As She Said, Let That Great Sweeping Wind Blow The Fogs Out Of Her Soul.

I Feel As Though Someone's Handed Me The Moon... And I Don't Exactly Know What To Do With It.

Jane's Stories Are Extremely Sensible. Then Diana Puts Too Many Murders Into Hers. She Says Most Of The Time She Doesn't Know What To Do With The People So She Kills Them Off To Get Rid Of Them.

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.

Cakes Have Such A Terrible Habit Of Turning Out Bad Just When You Especially Want Them To Be Good.

Words Aren't Made — They Grow,' Said Anne.

You Must Pay The Penalty Of Growing-up, Paul. You Must Leave Fairyland Behind You.

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.

People Told Her She Hadn't Changed Much, In A Tone Which Hinted They Were Surprised And A Little Disappointed She Hadn't.

Good Night, Belovedest. Your Sleep Will Be Sweet If There Is Any Influences In The Wishes Of Your Own.

It Is A Strange Thing To Read A Letter After The Writer Is Dead - A Bitter-sweet Thing, In Which Pain And Comfort Are Strangely Mingled.

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People Who Don't Like Cats Always Seem To Think There Is Some Peculiar Virtue In Not Liking Them.

How Wicked I Was To Wish That Something Dramatic Would Happen!' She Thought. 'oh, If We Could Only Have Those Dear, Monotonous, Pleasant Days Back Again! I Would *never* Grumble About Them Again.

Perhaps. . .love Unfolded Naturally Out Of A Beautiful Friendship, As A Golden-hearted Rose Slipping From Its Green Sheath.

I Believe I've Put Forth A Tiny Soul-root Into Kingsport Soil This Afternoon. I Hope So. I Hate To Feel Transplanted.

The Point Of Good Writing Is Knowing When To Stop.

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.

Human Nature Is Not Obliged To Be Consistent.

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No Use In Taking A Cat's Opinion Of A Dog.

I Hate To Lend A Book I Love...it Never Seems Quite The Same When It Comes Back To Me.

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Don't Try To Write Anything You Can't Feel - It Will Be A Failure - 'echoes Nothing Worth

Never Write A Line You'd Be Ashamed To Read At Your Own Funeral.

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Next To Trying And Winning, The Best Thing Is Trying And Failing.

The World Is Always Young Again For Just A Few Moments At The Dawn.

It Was October Again ... A Glorious October, All Red And Gold, With Mellow Mornings When The Valleys Were Filled With Delicate Mists As If The Spirit Of Autumn Had Poured Them In For The Sun To Drain - Amethyst, Pearl, Silver, Rose, And Smoke-blue. The Dews Were So Heavy That The Fields Glistened Like Cloth Of Silver And There Were Such Heaps Of Rustling Leaves In The Hollows Of Many-stemmed Woods To Run Crisply Through.

I'm Sure I Shall Always Feel Like A Child In The Wood.

True Friends Are Always Together In Spirit.

But If You Call Me Anne, Please Call Me Anne With An 'e'.

When I Make Up My Mind To Do A Thing It Stays Made Up.

The Beauty Of Winter Is That It Makes You Appreciate Spring.

Rilla's Heart Skipped A Beat — Or, If That Be A Physiological Impossibility, She Thought It Did.

Anne "felt Instinctively" That Romance Was Peeping At Her Around A Corner.

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

I Feel As If I Had Opened A Book And Found Roses Of Yesterday Sweet And Fragrant, Between Its Leaves.

Why Is It That The Nicest Things Never Are Healthy?

Everything Is New In The Spring. Springs Themselves Are Always So New, Too. No Spring Is Ever Just Like Any Other Spring. It Always Has Something Of Its Own To Be Its Own Peculiar Sweetness.

We Came To The Comforting Conclusion That The Creator Probably Knew How To Run His Universe Quite As Well As We Do, And That, After All, There Are No Such Things As 'wasted' Lives, Saving And Except When Am Individual Wilfully Squanders And Wastes His Own Life.

What Is It Really Like To Be Engaged?" Asked Anne Curiously. "well, That All Depends On Who You're Engaged To," Answered Diana, With That Maddening Air Of Superior Wisdom Always Assumed By Those Who Are Engaged Over Those Who Are Not.

I Suppose It Was A Romantic Was To Perish... For A Mouse

Of All The Uncertain Things Marriage Is The Uncertainest.

I'd Like To Add Some Beauty To Life," Said Anne Dreamily. "i Don't Exactly Want To Make People Know More... Though I Know That Is The Noblest Ambition... But I'd Love To Make Them Have A Pleasanter Time Because Of Me... To Have Some Little Joy Or Happy Thought That Would Never Have Existed If I Hadn't Been Born.

Nathan Always Believed His Wife Was Trying To Poison Him But He Didn't Seem To Mind. He Said It Made Life Kind Of Exciting.

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?

I Have Learned To Look Upon Each Little Hindrance As A Jest And Each Great One As A Foreshadowing Of Victory.

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.

They Keep Coming Up New All The Time - Things To Perplex You, You Know. You Settle One Question And There's Another Right After. There Are So Many Things To Be Thought Over And Decided When You're Beginning To Grow Up. It Keeps Me Busy All The Time Thinking Them Over And Deciding What's Right. It's A Serious Thing To Grow Up, Isn't It, Marilla?

If We Don't Chase Things, Sometimes The Things Following Us Can Catch Up." -l.m. Montgomery

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.

I Am Quite Likely To Re-act To The Opposite Extreme - To Feel Rapturously That The World Is Beautiful And Mere Existence Something To Thank God For. I Suppose Our 'blues' Are The Price We Have To Pay For Our Temperament. 'the Gods Don't Allow Us To Be In Their Debt.' They Give Us Sensitiveness To Beauty In All Its Forms But The Shadow Of The Gift Goes With It.

It Doesn't Take Long To Stay An Hour.

I'm Really A Very Happy, Contented Little Person In Spite Of My Broken Heart.

Oh, It's Delightful To Have Ambitions. I'm So Glad I Have Such A Lot. And There Never Seems To Be Any End To Them-- That's The Best Of It. Just As Soon As You Attain To One Ambition You See Another One Glittering Higher Up Still. It Does Make Life So Interesting.

It Will Come Sometime. Some Beautiful Morning She Will Just Wake Up And Find It Is Tomorrow. Not Today But Tomorrow. And Then Things Will Happen ... Wonderful Things.

That's The Worst…or The Best…of Real Life, Anne. It Won't Let You Be Miserable. It Keeps On Trying To Make You Comfortable…and Succeeding…even When You're Determined To Be Unhappy And Romantic.

Oh, Marilla, I Thought I Was Happy Before. Now I Know That I Just Dreamed A Pleasant Dream Of Happiness. This Is The Reality.

Which Would You Rather Be If You Had The Choice--divinely Beautiful Or Dazzlingly Clever Or Angelically Good?

Without Shedding Of Blood There Is No Anything. Everything, It Seems To Me, Has To Be Purchased By Selfsacrifice. Our Race Has Marked Every Step Of Its Painful Ascent With Blood. And Now Torrents Of It Must Flow Again.

It Is When My Umbrella Turns Inside Out That I Am Convinced Of The Total Depravity Of Inanimate Things.

Inanimate Objects

Isn't It Good Just To Be Alive On A Day Like This? I Pity The People Who Aren't Born Yet For Missing It.

After All," Anne Had Said To Marilla Once, "i Believe The Nicest And Sweetest Days Are Not Those On Which Anything Very Splendid Or Wonderful Or Exciting Happens But Just Those That Bring Simple Little Pleasures, Following One Another Softly, Like Pearls Slipping Off A String.

The Woods Are Never Solitary — They Are Full Of Whispering, Beckoning, Friendly Life. But The Sea Is A Mighty Soul, Forever Moaning Of Some Great, Unshareable Sorrow, Which Shuts It Up Into Itself For All Eternity. We Can Never Pierce Its Infinite Mystery — We May Only Wander, Awed And Spellbound, On The Outer Fringe Of It. The Woods Call To Us With A Hundred Voices, But The Sea Has One Only — A Mighty Voice.

My Pen Shall Heal, Not Hurt.

I Heard Someone Say Once That The Years From Fifteen To Nineteen Are The Best Years In A Girl's Life.

I'd Rather Look Ridiculous When Everybody Else Does Than Plain And Sensible All By Myself.

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

When People Ask Me What On Earth I Want To Keep Two Cats For I Tell Them I Keep Them To Do My Resting For Me.

There's No Use Trying To Live In Other People's Opinions. The Only Thing To Do Is Live In Your Own.

I'm Afraid Of Those Cows,' Protested Poor Dora, Seeing A Prospect Of Escape. 'the Very Idea Of Your Being Scared Of Those Cows,' Scoffed Davy. 'why, They're Both Younger Than You.

Truth Exists, Only Lies Have To Be Invented.

All That Ruby Said Was So Horribly True, She Was Leaving Everything She Cared For. She Had Laid Up Her Treasures On Earth Only. She Had Lived Solely For The Little Things Of Life, The Things That Pass, Forgetting The Great Things That Go Onward Into Eternity Bridging The Gulf Between The Two Lives And Making Of Death A Mere Passing Of One Dwelling To The Other. From Twilight To Unclouded Day. ...it Was No Wonder Her Soul Clung In Blind Helplessness To The Only Things She Knew And Loved.

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