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That he should actually let her

Am one of the ugliest children I ever saw. She is beginning

Had an active social life and enjoyed telling stories

that the servant who stood by her bedside

Poor little thin, sallow, ugly Mary - she actually looked almost pretty for a moment.

All women are princesses , it is our right.

Pig! Pig! Daughter of Pigs! she said, because to call a native a pig is the worst insult of all.

in a still, delicious room, with the summer morning sunshine

Tom's Cabin, and she spent many hours acting out

She had begun to wonder why she had never seemed to belong to anyone

The very fact that she never made an impudent answer seemed to Miss Minchin a kind of impudence in itself.

There doesn't seem to be no need for no one to be contrary when there's flowers an' such like,

A body 'as to move gentle an' speak low when wild things is about.

Children's as good as 'rithmetic to set you findin' out things.

Folks who make such a fuss about their rights turn them into wrongs sometimes.
(from Behind the White Brick)

There is nothing so nice as supposing. It's almost like being a fairy. If you suppose anything hard enough it seems as if it were real.

When people had the cholera it seemed that they remembered nothing but themselves.

I don't know who it is," she said; "but somebody cares for me a little. I have a friend.

She IS too fat," said Lavinia. "And Sara is too thin.

The mere fact of her sufferings and adventures made her a priceless possession.

As the plans of march made by great generals in

Perhaps it is the key to the garden!

He's been spoiled 'til salt won't save him.

She had never seen a child who sat so still without doing anything;

Perhaps, the beginning is just to say nice things are going to happen until you make them happen.

Sara saw that privately she could not help hoping very much that they would all be black, and would wear turbans,

Perhaps when her eyes closed the sultriness of the night had changed to the momentary freshness of the turning dawn,

Mistress Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
With Silver Bells, and Cockle Shells,
And marigolds all in a row.

So taking it, she stood among the dried, withered things and looked in tender regret at them.

Whole monstrosity growing more huge and throwing out new and more awful tentacles every day.

Everything is made out of Magic, leaves and trees, flowers and birds, badgers and foxes and squirrels and people. So it must be all around us.

What you have to do with your mind, when your body is miserable, is to make it think of something else.

And her mother had been a great beauty who cared only to go to parties and amuse herself with gay parties.

Nothing in the world is quite as adorably lovely as a robin when he shows off and they are nearly always doing it.

How does thee like thyself?

If you look the right way, you can see that the whole world is a garden.

She made herself stronger by fighting with the wind.

Perhaps," she said, "to be able to learn things quickly isn't everything. To be kind is worth a great deal to other people.

Why, we are just the same - I am only a little girl like you. It's just an accident that I am not you, and you are not me!

I am writing in the garden. To write as one should of a garden one must write not outside it or merely somewhere near it, but in the garden.

Hang in there. It is astonishing how short a time it can take for very wonderful things to happen.

I'm growing fatter," said Mary,

The worst thing never quite comes.

The paths and down the avenue, she was stirring her slow blood and making herself stronger

Th' world's full o' jackasses brayin' an' they never bray nowt but lies.

bein' on th' stepladder lookin, over th' wall. But I'll tell

There was a clean fresh scent of heather and grass and leaves about him, almost as if he were made of them.

Might I," quavered Mary, "might I have a bit of earth?

So long as I know what's expected of me, I can manage.

He had made himself believe that he was going to get well, which was really more than half the battle.

There was something friendly about Sara, and people always felt it.

I dare say you could live without me, Sara; but I couldn't live without you. I was nearly dead.

Only in dreams of spring
Shall I ever see again
The flowering of my cherry trees.

Overcrowding and poverty, that "defied description", as

Magic is in her just as it is in Dickon," said Colin. "It makes her think of ways to do things - nice things.

It is the sun shining on the rain and the rain falling on the sunshine, and things pushing up and working under the earth,

I don't know what it is to be hungry,

her chest began to rise and fall with a quickening of her breath, and her breath quickened because her heart fluttered - as if with her haste.

One marvel of a day he had walked so far that when he returned the moon was high and full and all the world was purple shadow and silver.

It's so easy that when you begin you can't stop. You just go on and on doing it always.

Whatever comes cannot alter one thing.

However many years she lived, Mary always felt that 'she should never forget that first morning when her garden began to grow'.

A person who was clever ought to be clever enough not to be unjust or deliberately unkind to anyone.

Two lads an' a little lass just lookin' on at th' springtime. I warrant it'd be better than doctor's stuff.

Victorian and touchingly respectable. "I have been crying," confessed Lady Agatha. "I was afraid so, Lady Agatha," said Emily.

Perhaps there is a language which is not made of words and everything in the world understands it.

It made her think that it was curious how much nicer a person looked when he smiled. She had not thought of it before.

They're a pair of young Satans.

Dickon says anything will understand if you're friends with it for sure, but you have to be friends for sure.

As long as you have a garden you have a future and as long as you have a future you are alive.

you are going to be sent home....
I 'm glad of it
but where's HOME ?

stories belong to everybody.

The Magic in this garden has made me stand up and know I am going to live to be a man.

But I suppose there might be good in things, even if we don't see it.

I know what it is to be hungry, and it is very hard when one cannot even pretend it away. -Sara

Into a passion and beat and kicked her, she looked only

Color of gold. I have short black hair and green eyes;

Death is always sudden however long one waits.

We trifle with France and labour with Germany, we sentimentalize over Italy and ecstacise over Spain- but England we love.

Don't let us make it tidy," said Mary anxiously. "It wouldn't seem like a secret garden if it was tidy.

Is the spring coming?" he said. "What is it like?" ...
"It is the sun shining on the rain and the rain falling on the sunshine ...

Them as is not wanted scarce ever thrives.

alcoves, and once or twice he sat down

You can lose a friend in springtime easier than any other season if you're too curious.

I am going to," answered

You said th' Magic was in my back. Th' doctor calls it rheumatics.

Adversity tries people, and mine has tried you and proved how nice you are.

The air was full of spices... A Little Princess

Little Princess Little Lord

It was a long corridor and it branched into other corridors and it led her up short flights of steps which mounted to others again. There

How dare you think?

I won't have dull people, she used to say, I'm dull myself.

I am sure there is Magic in everything, only we have not sense enough to get hold of it and make it do things for us

She liked books more than anything else, and was, in fact, always inventing stories of beautiful things and telling them to herself.

That afternoon the whole world seemed to devote itself to being perfect and radiantly beautiful and kind to one boy.

Oh,Sara. It is like a story." "It is a story ... everything is a story. You are a story-I am a story. Miss Minchin is a story.

There is naught a man or woman can not learn who hath the wit.

Things happen to people by accident.

Soldiers don't complain ... I am not going to do it; I will pretend this is part of a war.

To let a sad thought or a bad one get into your mind is as dangerous as letting a scarlet fever germ get into your body.