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L. M. Montgomery

"The gods, so says the old superstition, do not like to behold too happy mortals. It is certain, at least, that some human beings do not."

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"The gods, so says the old superstition, do not like to behold too happy mortals. It is certain, at least, that some human beings do not."

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"Aside from the obvious, Francesca, what do you want in return for supplying information? Bones asked, getting back to the subject. 'You to take me, she replied at once. 'Not gonna happen! I spat, squeezing him possessively. Three sets of widened eyes fixed on me. That's when I realized that what I had a firm grip on was no longer his hand."

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"A bachelor always feels himself defrauded, when he knows or suspects that any woman of his acquaintance has given herself away."

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"Jealousy has always been my cross, the weakness and woundedness in me that has most often caused me to feel ugly and unlovable, like the Bad Seed."

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"There is something demoralizing about watching two people get more and more crazy about each other, especially when you are the only extra person in the room."

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"Virginity is the ideal of those who want to deflower."

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"Some people only hate you because of the way other people love you."

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"What we used to say was whoever had the bow tie got to lead the band. There was never any jealousy."

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"In jealousy there is more self - love than love."

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"Why? Do you plan to make out with her?"His teeth ground with so much force he feared they would soon be nothing but a fond memory. "I plan to question her.""Ah. So that's what the kids are calling it these days. Well, have fun." with that, a still-grinning Paris strolled from the room."

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"We _are_ rich,' said Anne staunchly. 'Why, we have sixteen years to our credit, and we are as happy as queens and we've all got imaginations, more or less. Look at that sea, girls - all silver and shallow and vision of things not seen. We couldn't enjoy its loveliness any more if we had millions of dollars and ropes of diamonds."
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"Jimmy Murray, you are an ass,' said Aunt Ruth, angrily.'Well, we're cousins,' agreed Cousin Jimmy pleasantly."
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