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.
You never know what peace is until you walk on the shores or in the fields or along the winding red roads of Prince Edward Island in a summer twiligh… - Lucy Maud Montgomery
You never know what peace is until you walk on the shores or in the fields or along the winding red roads of Prince Edward Island in a summer twiligh…
- Lucy Maud Montgomery
Some people go through life trying to find out what the world holds for them only to find out too late that it's what they bring to the world that re… - Lucy Maud Montgomery
Some people go through life trying to find out what the world holds for them only to find out too late that it's what they bring to the world that re…
Nobody is ever too old to dream. And dreams never grow old. - Lucy Maud Montgomery
Nobody is ever too old to dream. And dreams never grow old.
It's not what the world holds for you. It's what you bring to it. - Lucy Maud Montgomery
It's not what the world holds for you. It's what you bring to it.
Maples are such sociable trees ... They're always rustling and whispering to you. - Lucy Maud Montgomery
Maples are such sociable trees ... They're always rustling and whispering to you.
Doesn't matter what a person's name is as long as he behaves himself. - Lucy Maud Montgomery
Doesn't matter what a person's name is as long as he behaves himself.
The beauty of winter is that it makes you appreciate spring. - Lucy Maud Montgomery
The beauty of winter is that it makes you appreciate spring.
We should regret our mistakes and learn from them, but never carry them forward into the future with us. - Lucy Maud Montgomery
We should regret our mistakes and learn from them, but never carry them forward into the future with us.
it doesn't take long to stay an hour. - Lucy Maud Montgomery
it doesn't take long to stay an hour.
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