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Tis a barbaric fancy," said Roxholm thoughtfully as he turned the stem of his glass, keeping his eyes fixed on it as though solving a problem for himself. "A barbaric fancy that a woman needs a master. She who is strong enough is her own conqueror--as a man should be master of himself."
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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Praise God from whom all blessings flow, Praise Him all creatures here below, Praise Him above ye Heavenly Host, Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. Amen.
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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When people are insulting you, there is nothing so good for them as not to say a word--just to look at them and THINK. Miss Minchin turns pale with rage when I do it, Miss Amelia looks frightened, and so do the girls. When you will not fly into a passion people know you are stronger than they are, because you are strong enough to hold in your rage, and they are not, and they say stupid things they wish they hadn't said afterward. There's no..
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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I am almost ashamed to answer,' she said. 'As I have said before, Emily Fox-Seton has become the lodestar of my existence. I cannot live without her. She has walked over to Maundell to make sure that we do not have a dinner-party without fish to-night.' 'She has _walked_ over to Maundell,' said Lord Walderhurst--'after yesterday?' 'There was not a pair of wheels left in the stable,' answered Lady Maria. 'It is disgraceful, of course, but sh..
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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if He made us, He must know He is to blame when He has made us weak or evil. And He must understand why we have been so made, and when we throw ourselves into the dust before Him, and pray for help and pardon, surely--surely He will lend an ear!
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prayer
mercy
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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e5fc892
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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 an Egg were to be taken away or hurt the whole world would whirl round and crash through space and come to an end...
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the-secret-garden
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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The same day, he took Sara out and bought her a great many beautiful clothes--clothes so grand and rich that only a very young and inexperienced man would have bought them for a mite of a child who was to be brought up in a boarding-school. But the fact was that he was a rash, innocent young man, and very sad at the thought of parting with his little girl, who was all he had left to remind him of her beautiful mother, whom he had dearly lov..
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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Th' world's full o' jackasses brayin' an' they never bray nowt but lies.
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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The little ones, who were accustomed to being disdained and ordered out of the way by mature ladies aged ten and twelve, were never made to cry by this most envied of them all. She was a motherly young person, and when people fell down and scraped their knees, she ran and helped them up and patted them, or found in her pocket a bonbon or some other article of a soothing nature. She never pushed them out of her way or alluded to their years ..
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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When Mary Lennox was sent to Misselthwaite Manor to live with her uncle everybody said she was the most disagreeable-looking child ever seen. It was true, too. She had a little thin face and a little thin body, thin light hair and a sour expression. Her hair was yellow, and her face was yellow because she had been born in India and had always been ill in one way or another. Her father had held a position under the English Government and had..
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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. People who are fond of books know the feeling of irritation which sweeps over them at such a moment. The temptation to be unreasonable and snappish is one not easy to manage. "It makes me feel as if some one had hit me," Sara had told Ermengarde once in confidence. "And as if I want to hit back. I have..
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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cd3c0a8
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Dr. Warren was of the mental build of the man whose life would be interesting and full of outlook if it were spent on a desert island or in the Bastille.
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outlook
mental
perspective
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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16f0b08
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He sat down in his chair by the fire and began to chat, as was his habit before he and his wife parted to dress for dinner. When he was out during the day he often looked forward to these chats, and made notes of things he would like to tell his Mary. During her day, which was given to feminine duties and pleasures, she frequently did the same thing. Between seven and eight in the evening they had delightful conversational opportunities. He..
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marriage
love
regard
courtesy
faithfulness
wife
communication
husband
respect
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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I am growing quite fond of him," she said to Ermengarde; "I should not like him to be disturbed. I have adopted him for a friend. You can do that with people you never speak to at all. You can just watch them, and think about them and be sorry for them, until they seem almost like relations. I'm quite anxious sometimes when I see the doctor call twice a day."
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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It sounded like something in a book and it did not make Mary feel cheerful. A house with a hundred rooms, nearly all shut up and with their doors locked--a house on the edge of a moor--whatsoever a moor was--sounded dreary. A man with a crooked back who shut himself up also! She stared out of the window with her lips pinched together, and it seemed quite natural that the rain should have begun to pour down in gray
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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She had never seen a child who sat so still without doing anything;
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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Magic is always pushing and drawing and making things out of nothing. 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. In this garden--in all the places.
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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Nothing is more interesting than repressed emotion. The appearance of sardonic coldness and stoicism which has deceived you is but a hollow mockery; beneath it I secrete a maelstrom of impassioned feeling and a mausoleum of blighted hopes.
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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Not very long after this a very exciting thing happened. Not only Sara, but the entire school, found it exciting, and made it the chief subject of conversation for weeks after it occurred. In one of his letters Captain Crewe told a most interesting story. A friend who had been at school with him when he was a boy had unexpectedly come to see him in India. He was the owner of a large tract of land upon which diamonds had been found, and he w..
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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You are nicer than I am," said Sara. "I was too proud to try and make friends. You see, now that trials have come, they have shown that I am a nice child. I was afraid they would. Perhaps"--wrinkling her forehead wisely--"that is what they were sent for." "I don't see any good in them," said Ermengarde stoutly. "Neither do I--to speak the truth," admitted Sara, frankly. "But I suppose there be good in things, even if we don't see it. Th..
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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Things happen to people by accident," she used to say. "A lot of nice accidents have happened to me. It just that I always liked lessons and books, and could remember things when I learned them. It just happened that I was born with a father who was beautiful and nice and clever, and could give me everything I liked. Perhaps I have not really a good temper at all, but if you have everything you want and everyone is kind to you, how can yo..
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Then I will chant," he said. And he began, looking like a strange boy spirit. "The sun is shining-- the sun is shining. That is the Magic. The flowers are growing-- the roots are stirring. That is the Magic. Being alive is the Magic-- being strong is the Magic. The Magic is in me-- the Magic is in me. It is in me-- it is in me. It's in every one of us . It's in Ben Weatherstaff's back. Magic! Magic! Come and help!"
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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If you keep doing it everyday as regularly as soldiers go through drill, we shall see what will happend and find out if the experiment succeeds. You learn things by saying them over and over and thinking about them until they stay in your mind for ever, and I think it will be the same with Magic. If you keep calling it to come to you and help you, it will get to be part of you and it will stay and do things.
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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00d7576
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When Mary Lennox was sent to Misselthwaite Manor to live with her uncle everybody said she was the most disagreeable-looking child ever seen. It was true, too. She had a little thin face and a little thin body, thin light hair and a sour expression. Her hair was yellow, and her face was yellow because she had been born in India and had always been ill in one way or another. Her father had held a position under the English Government and had..
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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When new beautiful thoughts began to push out the old hideous ones, life began to come back to him, his blood ran healthily through his veins and strength poured into him like a flood.
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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At this moment she was remembering the voyage she had just made from Bombay with her father, Captain Crewe. She was thinking of the big ship, of the Lascars passing silently to and fro on it, of the children playing about on the hot deck, and of some young officers' wives who used to try to make her talk to them and laugh at the things she said.
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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There were in this strange nature, depths so awful and profound that it was not to be sounded or to be judged as others were. But one thing could have melted or caused the unconquerable spirit to bend, and this was the overwhelming passion of love--not a slight, tender feeling, but a great and powerful one, such as could be awakened but by a being of as strong and deep a nature as itself, one who was in all things its peer.
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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Perhaps there is a soul hidden in everything and it can always speak, without even making a sound, to another soul.
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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Perhaps, the beginning is just to say nice things are going to happen until you make them happen.
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inspirational
the-secret-garden
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How is it that animals understand things I do not know, but it is certain that they do understand. Perhaps there is a language that is not made up of words & everything in this world understands it. Perhaps there is a soul hidden in everything & it can always speak, without making a sound, to another soul.
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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She IS too fat," said Lavinia. "And Sara is too thin."
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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She said that perhaps it was not so easy to be very rich; that if any one had so many things always, one might sometimes forget that every one else was not so fortunate, and that one who is rich should always be careful and try to remember.
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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She was all in pink, and a wreath of little pink wild roses lay close about her head, making her, with her tall young slimness, look like a Botticelli nymph.
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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The great strength she had used in the old days to conquer and subdue, to win her will and to defend her way, seemed now a power but to protect the suffering and uphold the weak, and this she did, not alone in hovels but in the brilliant court and world of fashion, for there she found suffering and weakness also, all the more bitter and sorrowful since it dared not cry aloud.
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suffering
inspirational-quotes
succor
quality
mercy
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Naturally, Jessie giggled again. "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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Why," she said, "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!"
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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And that is best of all, Ceddie,--it is better than everything else, that the world should be a little better because a man has lived--even ever so little better, dearest.
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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0cd92e7
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When people had the cholera it seemed that they remembered nothing but themselves.
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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28d9a60
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She had a little thin face and a little thin body, thin light hair and a sour expression. Her hair was yellow, and her face was yellow because she had been born in India and had always been ill in one way or another.
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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. Perhaps the beginning is just to say nice things are going to happen until you make them happen.
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magic
classic
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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Everything is made out of Magic,
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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ed20d3b
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When Mary Lennox was sent to Misselthwaite Manor to live with her uncle everybody said she was the most disagreeable-looking child ever seen. It was true, too. She had a little thin face and a little thin body, thin light hair and a sour expression. Her hair was yellow, and her face was yellow because she had been born in India and had always been ill in one way or another. Her father had held a position under the English Government and had..
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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She would never tell him and he could stay in his room and never get any fresh air and die if he liked!
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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Oh! to think that he should actually let her come as near to him as that! He knew nothing in the world would make her put out her hand toward him or startle him in the least tiniest way. He knew it because he was a real person--only nicer than any other person in the world. She was so happy that she scarcely dared to breathe. The flower-bed was not quite bare. It was bare of flowers because the perennial plants had been cut down for their w..
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