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You see, " she concluded miserably, "when I can call like that to him across space-- I belong to him. He doesn't love me--he never will--but I belong to him.L.m. Montgomery
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Why did dusk and fir-scent and the afterglow of autumnal sunsets make people say absurd things?L.m. Montgomery
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I can always get through to-day very nicely. It's to-morrow I can't live throughL.m. Montgomery
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Don't let a three-o'clock-at-night feeling fog your soul.L.m. Montgomery
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I went up on the hill and walked about until twilight had deepened into an autumn night with a benediction of starry quietude over it. I was alone but not lonely. I was a queen in halls of fancy.L.m. Montgomery
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Since ever the world was spinning And till the world shall end You've your man in the beginning Or you have him in the end, But to have him from start to finish And neither nor borrow nor lend Is what all of the girls are wanting And none of the gods can sendL.m. Montgomery
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Never be silent with persons you love and distrust, " Mr. Carpenter had said once. "Silence betrays.L.m. Montgomery
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Oh, I don't wonder babies always cry when they wake up in the night. So often I want to do it too.L.m. Montgomery
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If the bards of old the true has told The sirens have raven hair. But over the earth since art had birth, They paint the angels fair.L.m. Montgomery
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A house isn't a home without the ineffable contentment of a cat with its tail folded about its feet. A cat gives mystery, charm, suggestion.L.m. Montgomery
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The ghosts of things that never happened are worse than the ghosts of things that did.L.m. Montgomery
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Stop a bit and think it over. There do be some knots mighty aisy to tie but the untying is a cat of a different brade.L.m. Montgomery
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Most young men are such bores. They haven't lived long enough to learn that they are not the wonders to the world they are to their mothers.L.m. Montgomery
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This afternoon I sat at my window and alternately wrote at my new serial and watched a couple of dear, amusing, youngish maple-trees at the foot of the garden. They whispered secrets to each other all the afternoon. They would bend together and talk earnestly for a few moments, then spring back and look at each other, throwing up their hands comically in horror and amazement over their mutual revelations. I wonder what new scandal is afoot in Treeland. .L.m. Montgomery