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To speak robin to a robin is like speaking French to a Frenchman
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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So long as I know what's expected of me, I can manage.
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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She stopped and listened to him and somehow his cheerful, friendly little whistle gave her a pleased feeling--even a disagreeable little girl may be lonely, and the big closed house and big bare moor and big bare gardens had made this one feel as if there was no one left in the world but herself. If she had been an affectionate child, who had been used to being loved, she would have broken her heart, but even though she was "Mistress Mary Q..
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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01f386a
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All women are princesses , it is our right.
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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Oh, how she did love that queer, common boy!
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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Never thee stop believin' in th' Big Good Thing an' knowin' th' world's full of it - and call it what tha' likes. Tha' wert singin' to it when I come into t' garden.
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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Never did she find anything so difficult as to keep herself from losing her temper when she was suddenly disturbed while absorbed in a book.
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humour
reading
truths
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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The truth is that when one is still a child-or even if one is grown up- and has been well fed, and has slept long and softly and warm; when one has gone to sleep in the midst of a fairy story, and has wakened to find it real, one cannot be unhappy or even look as if one were; and one could not, if one tried, keep a glow of joy out of one's eyes.
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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If Sara had been a boy and lived a few centuries ago, her father used to say, 'she would have gone about the country with her sword drawn, rescuing and defending everyone in distress. She always wants to fight when she sees people in trouble.
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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Of course there must be lots of Magic in the world, but people don't know what it is like or how to make it.
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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Yes," answered Sara, nodding. "Adversity tries people, and mine has tried you and proved how nice you are."
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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She says it has nothing to do with what you look like, or what you have. It has only to do with what you think of, and what you do.
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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You can lose a friend in springtime easier than any other season if you're too curious.
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reality
friendship
pessimistic
wise
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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Perhaps you can feel if you can't hear. Perhaps kind thoughts reach people somehow, even through windows and doors and walls. Perhaps you feel a little warm and comforted.
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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And they both began to laugh over nothing as children will when they are happy together. And they laughed so that in the end they were making as much noise as if they had been two ordinary healthy natural ten-year-old creatures--instead of a hard, little, unloving girl and a sickly boy who believed that he was going to die.
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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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.
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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He had made himself believe that he was going to get well, which was really more than half the battle.
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motivation
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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It's true," she said. "Sometimes I do pretend I am a princess. I pretend I am a princess, so that I can try and behave like one."
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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The fact was, however, that she was always dreaming and thinking odd things and could not herself remember any time when she had not been thinking things about grown up people and the world they belonged to. She felt as if she had lived a long, long time.
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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It's so easy that when you begin you can't stop. You just go on and on doing it always.
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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Things happen to people by accident.
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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I don't know who it is," she said; "but somebody cares for me a little. I have a friend."
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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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.
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nature
peacefulness
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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She looked into the staring glass eyes and complacent face, and suddenly a sort of heartbroken rage seized her. She lifted her little savage hand and knocked Emily off the chair, bursting into a passion of sobbing- Sara who never cried.
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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That is the Magic. Being alive is the Magic--being strong is the Magic. The Magic is in me--the Magic is in me.
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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How does thee like thyself?
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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In the garden there was nothing which was not quite like themselves - nothing which did not understand the wonderfulness of what was happening to them - the immense, tender, terrible, heart-breaking beauty and solemnity of Eggs. If there had been one person in that garden who had not known through all his or her innermost being that if an Egg were taken away or hurt the whole world would whirl round and crash through space and come to an en..
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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Soldiers don't complain...I am not going to do it; I will pretend this is part of a war.
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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Mistress Mary, quite contrary, How does your garden grow? With Silver Bells, and Cockle Shells, And marigolds all in a row.
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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That's what I look at some people for. I like to know about them. I think them over afterward.
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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Mistress Mary Quite Contrary
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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The difficulty will be to keep her from learning too fast and too much. She is always sitting with her little nose burrowing into books. She doesn't read them, Miss Minchin; she gobbles them up as if she were a little wolf instead of a little girl. She is always starving for new books to gobble, and she wants grown-up books--great, big, fat ones--French and German as well as English--history and biography and poets, and all sorts of things...
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reading
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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Their eyes met with a singular directness of gaze. Between them a spark passed which was not afterwards to be extinguished, though neither of them knew the moment of its kindling...
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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Between the lines of every story there is another story, and that is one that is never heard and can only be guessed at by the people who are good at guessing.
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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She was a sweet, pretty thing and he'd have walked the world over to get her a blade o' grass she wanted.
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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But the calm had brought a sort of courage and hope with it. Instead of giving way to thoughts of the worst, he actually found he was trying to believe in better things.
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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At that moment a very good thing was happening to her. Four good things had happened to her, in fact, since she came to Misselthwaite Manor. She had felt as if she had understood a robin and that he had understood her; she had run in the wind until her blood had grown warm; she had been healthily hungry for the first time in her life; and she had found out what it was to be sorry for someone.
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understanding
healthy
growing
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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Much more surprising things can happen to any one who, when a disagreeable or discouraged thought comes into his mind, just has the sense to remember in time and push it out by putting in an agreeable determinedly courageous one. Two things cannot be in one place. "Where, you tend a rose, my lad, A thistle cannot grow."
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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Listen to th' wind wutherin' round the house," she said. "You could bare stand up on the moor if you was out on it tonight." Mary did not know what "wutherin'" meant until she listened, and then she understood. It must mean that hollow shuddering sort of roar which rushed round and round the house, as if the giant no one could see were buffeting it and beating at the walls and windows to try to break in. But one knew he could not get in, an..
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wind
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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If I go on talking and talking...and telling you things about pretending, I shall bear it better. You don't forget, but you bear it better.
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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When I am telling it, it doesn't seem as if it was only made up. It seems more real than you are -- more real than the schoolroom. I feel as if I were all the people in the story -- one after the other. It is queer.
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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I know you by heart. You are inside my heart.
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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She heard a chirp and a twitter, and when she looked at the bare flower-bed at her left side there he was hopping about and pretending to peck things out of the earth to persuade her that he had not followed her. But she knew he had followed her and the surprise so filled her with delight that she almost trembled a little. "You do remember me!" she cried out. "You do! You are prettier than anything else in the world!" She chirped, and talke..
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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There's nothing so strong as rage, except what makes you hold it in--that's stronger. It's a good thing not to answer your enemies. I scarcely ever do.
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |