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If a kiss could be seen I think it would look like a violet,' said Priscilla. Anne glowed. 'I'm so glad you spoke that thought, Priscilla, instead of just thinking it and keeping it to yourself. This world would be a much more interesting place…although it is very interesting, anyhow…if people spoke out their real thoughts. ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

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Anne came dancing home in the purple winter twilight across the snowy places. ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

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Don't try to write anything you can't feel - it will be a failure - 'echoes nothing worth ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

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It's bad enough to feel insignificant, but it's unbearable to have it grained into your soul that you will never, can never, be anything but insignificant… ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

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…the Lake of Shining Waters was blue — blue — blue; not the changeful blue of spring, nor the pale azure of summer, but a clear, steadfast, serene blue, as if the water were past all modes and tenses of emotion and had settled down to a tranquillity unbroken by fickle dreams. ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

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Heaven must be very beautiful, of course, the Bible says so — but, Anne, it won't be what I've been used to. ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

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...And every day in heaven will be more beautiful than the one before it Davy," assured Anne. ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

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Oh, Marilla, I thought I was happy before. Now I know that I just dreamed a pleasant dream of happiness. This is the reality. ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

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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. ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

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It's rather hard to decide just when people are grown up,' laughed Anne. 'That's a true word, dearie. Some are grown up when they're born, and others ain't grown up when they're eighty, believe me. That same Mrs. Roderick I was speaking of never grew up. She was as foolish when she was hundred as when she was ten.' 'Perhaps that was why she lived so long,' suggested Anne. ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

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