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So when she was a sickly, fretful, ugly little baby she was kept out of the way, and when she became a sickly, fretful, toddling thing she was kept out of the way also.
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One of her favorite fancies was that on "the outside", as she called it, thoughts were waiting for people to call them."
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Perhaps it is the key to the garden!
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Imaginar es algo tan facil que cuando comienzas cuesta detenerse. Solo es cuestion de empezar.>>
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Nature having made her for a giver- had not the least idea what she made meant to poor Becky, and how wonderful a benefactor she seemed. If Nature has made you for a giver, your hands are born open, and so is your heart; and though there may be times when your hands are empty, your heart is always full, and you can give things you of that- warm things, kind things, sweet things- help and comfort and laughter- and sometimes gay, kind laughte..
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Gente egoista e que diz isso. Chama de egoista todo mundo que nao faz o que eles querem.
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So her heart was more drawn to him than before. When she was sent out at night she used sometimes to feel quite glad, because there was always a chance that the curtains of the house next door might not yet be closed and she could look into the warm room and see her adopted friend. When no one was about she used sometimes to stop, and, holding to the iron railings, wish him good night as if he could hear her. "Perhaps you can feel if you ca..
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that the servant who stood by her bedside
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If nature has made you for a giver, your hands are born open and so is your heart; and thought there may be times when your hands are empty, your heart is always full and you can give things out of that-
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One of the new things people began to find out in the last century was that thoughts--just mere thoughts--are as powerful as electric batteries--as good for one as sunlight is, or as bad for one as poison. 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. If you let if stay there after it has got in you may never get over it as long as you live.
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She had never been taught to ask permission to do things, and she knew nothing at all about authority, so she would not have thought it necessary to ask Mrs. Medlock if she might walk about the house, even if she had seen her.
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permission
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Suddenly it seemed as if he might a sort of wood fairy who might be gone when she came into the garden again. He seemed too good to be true.
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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There was a clean fresh scent of heather and grass and leaves about him, almost as if he were made of them.
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acquaintance.
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I am going to," answered"
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few days after she had talked to Ben Weatherstaff, Mary stopped to notice this and wondered why it was so. She had just paused and was looking up at a long spray of ivy swinging in the wind when she saw a gleam of scarlet and heard a brilliant chirp, and there, on the top of the wall, forward perched Ben Weatherstaff's robin redbreast, tilting forward to look at her with his small head on one side. "Oh!" she cried out, "is it you--is it you..
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Da quando sono nato, non ho mai preso un raffreddore. Sono sempre stato in giro per la brughiera con ogni tempo, come i conigli. La mamma dice che ho respirato troppa aria fresca, in dodici anni, per poter prendere il raffreddore. Sono robusto come il nodo di un ramo di biancospino.
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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you are going to be sent home.... I 'm glad of it but where's HOME ?
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One of the strangest things about living in the world is that it is only now and then one is quite sure one is going to live for ever and ever and ever. One knows it sometimes when one gets up at the tender, solemn dawn-time and goes out and stands alone and throws one's head far back and looks up and up and watches the pale sky slowly changing and flushing and marvelous unknown things happening until the East almost makes one cry out and o..
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living-forever
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I've seen the spring now and I'm going to see the summer. I'm going to see everything grow here. I'm going to grow here myself." "That"
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Khi nguoi ta si nhuc minh thi cach tot nhat la minh chang noi mot loi nao - cu nhin ho va suy nghi. Khi minh khong noi gian, nguoi ta biet la minh manh me hon ho boi vi minh du manh me de kiem che con gian, con ho thi khong, va ho noi nhung dieu ngo ngan ma ve sau ho chi uoc la chua tung noi ra.
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One of the new things people began to find out in the last century was that thoughts--just mere thoughts--are as powerful as electric batteries--as good for one as sunlight is, or as bad for one as poison. 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. If you let it stay there after it has got in you may never get over it as long as you live. ...Much more surprising ..
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them,
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She was so happy that she scarcely dared to breathe.
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EVERYTHING'S a story. You are a story--I am a story.
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disagreeable
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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But she was inside the wonderful garden, and she could come through the door under the ivy any time, and she felt as if she had found a world all her own.
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Everything as strange and silent, and she seemed to be hundreds of miles away from anyone, but somehow she did not feel lonely at all.
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meant to give a new impulse to the race--to rouse human creatures to new moods, to thrust them into places where they see new things. Men and women are being dragged out of their self-absorbed corners and stirred up and shaken.
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The youngest youngster vibrates with the shock of cannon firing, even though the sound may not be near enough to be heard," answered Coombe. "We're all vibrating unconsciously. We are shuddering consciously at the things we hear and are mad to put a stop to, before they go further."
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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whole monstrosity growing more huge and throwing out new and more awful tentacles every day.
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Innocent little villages full of homes torn and trampled under foot and burned!" the Duchess almost cried out. "And worse things than that--worse things!"
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and there she was standing on the grass, which seemed to have turned green, and with the sun pouring down on her and warm sweet wafts about her and the fluting and twittering and singing coming from every bush and tree. She clasped her hands for pure joy and looked up in the sky and it was so blue and pink and pearly and white and flooded with springtime light that she felt as if she must flute and sing aloud herself
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shyd dr hr chyzy rwHy wjwd drd khh my twnd bdwn hych Sdyy b rwH dygr Sjbt khnd.
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cold?" inquired"
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One frightfully hot morning, when she was about nine years old, she awakened feeling very cross, and she became crosser still when she saw that the servant who stood by her bedside was not her Ayah. "Why did you"
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I Shall Live Forever--and Ever--and Ever!" -"
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interesting to
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Solo muy de vez en cuando se puede estar seguro de que se va a vivir para siempre jamas, y esa es una de las curiosidades de la vida. A veces sucede cuando uno se levanta al amanecer, ese momento de meliflua solemnidad, y se sale al jardin y se queda uno alli quieto y solo; y se levanta mucho la mirada, mas y mas arriba, y se observa como muda de color el palido cielo azul, sonrojandose, como va sucediendo lo insolito y maravilloso, hasta q..
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as the plans of march made by great generals in
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was looked at askance, and that in the bearing of each member of the group there was a defiance of the general opinion. Roxholm sat on his horse somewhat apart from this group watching it, his kinsman and
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So she began to feel a slight interest in Dickon, and as she had never before been interested in any one but herself, it was the dawning of a healthy sentiment. When
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She opened the door of the room and went into the corridor, and then she began her wanderings. 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 were doors and doors, and there were pictures on the walls. Sometimes they were pictures of dark, curious landscapes, but oftenest they were portraits of men and women in queer, grand costumes made of satin and ..
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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There doesn't seem to be no need for no one to be contrary when there's flowers an' such like,
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