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Whenever You Looked Forward To Anything Pleasant You Were Sure To Be More Or Less Disappointed . . . Perhaps That Is True. But There Is A Good Side To It Too. The Bad Things Don't Always Come Up To Your Expectations Either . . . They Nearly Always Turn Out Ever So Much Better Than You Think.

-Lucy Maud Montgomery

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Whenever You Looked Forward

Lucy Maud Montgomery

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Whenever You Looked Forward To Anything Pleasant You Were Sure To Be More Or Less Disappointed . . . Perhaps That Is True. But There Is A Good Side To It Too. The Bad Things Don't Always Come Up To Your Expectations Either . . . They Nearly Always Turn Out Ever So Much Better Than You Think.

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I Am Well In Body Although Considerably Rumpled Up In Spirit, Thank You, Ma'am,' Said Anne Gravely. Then Aside To Marilla In An Audible Whisper, 'there Wasn't Anything Startling In That, Was There, Marilla?

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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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Of All The Uncertain Things Marriage Is The Uncertainest.

…there Was Something About Her That Made You Feel It Was Safe To Tell Her Secrets.

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She Looked Like A Head-on Collision Between A Fashion Plate And A Nightmare.

But You Have Such Dimples," Said Anne, Smiling Affectionately Into The Pretty, Vivacious Face So Near Her Own. "lovely Dimples, Like Little Dents In Cream. I Have Given Up All Hope Of Dimples. My Dimple-dream Will Never Come True; But So Many Of My Dreams Have That I Mustn't Complain. Am I All Ready Now?

Tomorrow Is Always Fresh, With No Mistakes In It.

I Was Very Much Provoked. Of Course, I Knew There Are No Fairies; But That Needn't Prevent My Thinking There Is.

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There Be Three Gentle And Goodlie Things, To Be Here, To Be Together, And To Think Well Of One Another.

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

Fear Is A Confession Of Weakness. What You Fear Is Stronger Than You, Or You Think It Is, Else You Wouldn't Be Afraid Of It.

Anne Shirley. Anne With An "e.

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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It's Great To Be Great, But It's Great To Be Human.

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I Wonder What It Would Be Like To Live In A World Where It Was Always June.

Nothing Mattered Much To Me For A Time There, After You Told Me You Could Never Love Me, Anne. There Was Nobody Else -- There Never Could Be Anybody Else For Me But You. I've Loved You Ever Since That Day You Broke Your Slate Over My Head In School.

Don't You Ever Imagine Things Differently Than What They Are? Oh, Marilla, How Much You Miss.

I Think It Would Be Worse To Expect Nothing Than To Be Disappointed.

A Girl Who Would Fall In Love So Easily Or Want A Man To Love Her So Easily Would Probably Get Over It Just As Quickly, Very Little The Worse For Wear. On The Contrary, A Girl Who Would Take Love Seriously Would Probably Be A Good While Finding Herself In Love And Would Require Something Beyond Mere Friendly Attentions From A Man Before She Would Think Of Him In That Light.

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Brains Last, Beauty Doesn't.

When You've Learned To Laugh At The Things That Should Be Laughed At, And Not To Laugh At Those That Shouldn't, You've Got Wisdom And Understanding. -aunt Jimsie

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

…determined To Enjoy Her Luxury Of Grief Uncomforted.

There Must Be A Limit To The Mistakes One Person Can Make, And When I Get To The End Of Them, Then I'll Be Through With Them. That's A Comforting Thought

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It's Rather Hard To Decide Just When People Are Grown Up.

Oh", She Thought, "how Horrible It Is That People Have To Grow Up-and Marry-and Change!

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.

It's As Easy To Give Away A Million As A Hundred If You Have Not Got Either.

The Little Things In Life Often Make More Trouble Than The Big Things.

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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.

An Old House With Its Windows Gone Always Makes Me Think Of Something Dead With Its Eyes Picked Out.

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.

A Few Italics Really Do Relieve Your Feelings.

Our Sacrifice Is Greater Than His," Cried Rilla Passionately. "our Boys Give Only Themselves. We Give Them.

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.

The Body Grows Slowly And Steadily But The Soul Grows By Leaps And Bounds. It May Come To Its Full Stature In An Hour.

Those Who Can Soar To The Highest Heights Can Also Plunge To The Deepest Depths And The Natures Which Enjoy Most Keenly Are Those Which Also Suffer Most Sharply.

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.

I've Loved You Ever Since That Day You Broke Your Slate Over My Head In School.

That's One Splendid Thing About Such Affairs — It's So Lovely To Look Back To Them.

I've Done My Best, And I Begin To Understand What Is Meant By 'the Joy Of Strife'. Next To Trying And Winning, The Best Thing Is Trying And Failing.

Outgrowing Things We Love Is Never A Pleasant Process.

Do You Think Amethysts Can Be The Souls Of Good Violets?

I Shall Give Life Here My Best, And I Believe It Will Give Its Best To Me In Return.

Saying One's Prayers Isn't Exactly The Same Thing As Praying.

You Have The Itch For Writing Born In You. It's Quite Incurable. What Are You Going To Do With It?

It Was Three O'clock In The Morning – The Wisest And Most Accursed Hour Of The Clock. But Sometimes It Sets Us Free.

The Only True Animal Is A Cat, And The Only True Cat Is A Gray Cat.

Most People Worry So Much, They Think You're Not Right If You Don't Worry.

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.

It Takes All Sorts Of People To Make A World, As I've Often Heard, But I Think There Are Some Who Could Be Spared,' Anne Told Her Reflection In The East Gable Mirror That Night.

Anybody Is Liable To Rheumatism In Her Legs, Anne. It's Only Old People Who Should Have Rheumatism In Their Souls, Though. Thanks Goodness, I Never Have. When You Get Rheumatism In Your Soul You Might As Well Go And Pick Out Your Coffin.

Human Nature Is Not Obliged To Be Consistent.

I'm So Glad I Live In A World Where There Are Octobers.

Don't Be Very Frightened, Marilla. I Was Walking The Ridge-pole And I Fell Off. I Suspect I Have Sprained My Ankle. But, Marilla, I Might Have Broken My Neck. Let Us Look On The Bright Side Of Things.

It's Been My Experience That You Can Nearly Always Enjoy Things If You Make Up Your Mind Firmly That You Will.

I'm Just Tired Of Everything…even Of The Echoes. There Is Nothing In My Life But Echoes…echoes Of Lost Hopes And Dreams And Joys. They're Beautiful And Mocking.

I Wish Every One In The World Was As Warm And Sheltered As We Are Tonight.

She Will Love Deeply--suffer Terribly--she Will Have Glorious Moments To Compensate.

Don't You Know That It Is Only Very Foolish Folk Who Talk Sense All The Time?

Gilbert, I'm Afraid I'm Scandalously In Love With You.

Anne Of Windy Poplars

Humor Is The Spiciest Condiment In The Feast Of Existence. Laugh At Your Mistakes But Learn From Them, Joke Over Your Troubles But Gather Strength From Them, Make A Jest Of Your Difficulties But Overcome Them.

It Is Ever So Much Easier To Be Good If Your Clothes Are Fashionable.

I Know I Haven't Much Sense Or Sobriety, But I've Got What Is Ever So Much Better — The Knack Of Making People Like Me.

Snow In April Is Abominable," Said Anne. "like A Slap In The Face When You Expect A Kiss.

Nothing Ever Seems Impossible In Spring, You Know.

It Was Less Humiliating To Admit Crying Because Of Your Feet Than Because - Because Somebody Had Been Amusing Himself With You And Your Friends Had Forgotten You, And Other People Patronised You.

I Can't Help Flying Up On The Wings Of Anticipation. It's As Glorious As Soaring Through A Sunset... Almost Pays For The Thud.

There Is No Use In Loving Things If You Have To Be Torn From Them, Is There? And It's So Hard To Keep From Loving Things, Isn't It?

When People Mean To Be Good To You, You Don't Mind Very Much When They're Not Quite—always.

But Anne With Her Elbows On The Window Sill, Her Soft Cheek Laid Against Her Clasped Hands, And Her Eyes Filled With Visions, Looked Out Unheedingly Across City Roof And Spire To That Glorious Dome Of Sunset Sky And Wove Her Dreams Of A Possible Future From The Golden Tissue Of Youth's Own Optimism. All The Beyond Was Hers, With Its Possibilities Lurking Rosily In The Oncoming Years — Each Year A Rose Of Promise To Be Woven Into An Immortal Chaplet.

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

The Greatest Happiness Is To Sneeze When You Want To.

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.

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

Life Is Worth Living As Long As There's A Laugh In It.

Nobody Is Ever Too Old To Dream. And Dreams Never Grow Old.

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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?

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.

Poor Soul, She Always Knew Everything About Her Neighbors, But She Never Was Very Well Acquainted With Herself.

I Don't Want Sunbursts And Marble Halls. I Just Want You. Sunbursts And Marble Halls May Be All Very Well, But There Is More 'scope For Imagination' Without Them. And As For The Waiting, That Doesn't Matter. We'll Just Be Happy, Waiting And Working For Each Other—and Dreaming. Oh, Dreams Will Be Very Sweet Now.

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

I've Come Home In Love With Loneliness

We Ought Always To Try To Influence Others For Good.

The Only Thing I Envy About A Cat Is Its Purr," Remarked Dr. Blythe Once, Listening To Doc's Resonant Melody. "it Is The Most Contented Sound In The World.

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