If you don't go with the tide of a dream - if you resist it - you wake up, you know.
I never read prefaces, and it is not much good writing things just for people to skip. I wonder other authors have never thought of this.
There are brown eyes in the world, after all, as well as blue, and one pair of brown that meant heaven to me as the blue had never done
Grown-up people find it very difficult to believe really wonderful things, unless they have what they call proof.
Grown-up people find it difficult to believe really wonderful things, unless they have what they call proof. But children will believe almost anything, and grown-ups know this. That is why they tell y...
There is no bond like having read and liked the same books.
Oh! said Roberta, drawing a long breath; it was like a great dragon tearing by. Did you feel it fan us with its hot wings? I suppose a dragon's lair might look very like that tunnel from the outside,...
And it's no use putting her on her honour, because——''Because she hasn't any,' Philip finished.'I wouldn't say that,' said the parrot, 'of anybody. I'd only say we haven't come across it.
Minutes,
Even the most careful persons make mistakes sometimes—and she must have taken the wrong omnibus, or this story could never have happened, and where should we all have been then?
I've not got much money, but I've got heaps of ideas.
He said that his eyes were red because he had a cold.
Even the most careful persons make mistakes sometimes—and she must have taken the wrong omnibus, or this story could never have happened, and where should we all have been then? This shows you that ev...
This is why I shall not tell you in this story about all the days when nothing happened. You will not catch me saying, 'thus the sad days passed slowly by'--or 'the years rolled on their weary course'...
Chapter9
These gardens are green, because green is the color that most pleases and soothes men's eyes; and however you may shut people up between bars of yellow and mud color, and however hard you may make the...
But it’s raining cats and dogs,’ said Jane.
And where are you going?I dunno, said the Spangled Boy. I'm running from, not to.Book: Wet Magic, Chapter 5.
Albert's uncle says I ought to have put this in the preface, but I never read prefaces, and it is not much good writing things just for people to skip. I wonder other authors have never thought of thi...
This dire emergency, to meet only the beautiful eyes of perfect strangers, instead of the merry, friendly, commonplace, twinkling, jolly little eyes of its own brothers and sisters. This is most truly...