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She had dreamed some brilliant dreams during the past winter and now they lay in the dust around her. In her present mood of self-disgust, she could not immediately begin dreaming again. And she discovered that, while solitude with dreams is glorious, solitude without them has few charms. ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

#l-m-montgomery #solitude #dreams

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. ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

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…I think,' concluded Anne, hitting on a very vital truth, 'that we always love best the people who need us. ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

#love #love

But is there not something strange about any room that has been occupied through generations? Death has lurked in it…love has been rosy red in it…births have been here…all the passions…all the hopes. It is full of wraths. ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

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It's the worst kind of cruelty — the thoughtless kind. You can't cope with it. ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

#l-m-montgomery #dreams

The woods call to us with a hundred voices, but the sea has one only — a mighty voice that drowns our souls in its majestic music. The woods are human, but the sea is of the company of the archangels. ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

#woods #dreams

It's delightful when your imaginations come true, isn't it? ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

#l-m-montgomery #imagination

Oh, here we are at the bridge. I'm going to shut my eyes tight. I’m always afraid going over bridges. I can't help imagining that perhaps, just as we get to the middle, they'll crumple up like a jackknife and nip us. So I shut my eyes. But I always have to open them for all when I think we're getting near the middle. Because, you see, if the bridge did crumple up I'd want to see it crumple. What a jolly rumble it makes! I always like the rumble part of it. Isn't it splendid there are so many things to like in this world? There, we're over. Now I'll look back. Good night, dear Lake of Shining Waters. I always say good night to the things I love, just as I would to people. I think they like it. That water looks as if it was smiling at me. ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

#imagination

But was anything in life, Anne asked herself wearily, like one's imagination of it? ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

#life #imagination

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. ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

#life #life