Sara, she said, do you think you can bear living here?Sara looked round also.If I pretend it’s quite different, I can, she answered; or if I pretend it is a place in a story.She spoke slowly. Her imag...
Sara, who snatched her lessons at all sorts of untimely hours from tattered and discarded books, and who had a hungry craving for everything readable, was often severe upon them in her small mind. The...
Sara saw that privately she could not help hoping very much that they would all be black, and would wear turbans,
People never like me and I never like people,
One of the strange things about living in the world is that is only now and then that one is quite sure one is going to live forever and ever and ever. One knows it sometimes when one gets up at the t...
Once when I was givin' th' children a bit of a preach after they'd been fightin' I ses to 'em all, When I was at school my jography told as th' world was shaped like a orange an' I found out before I...
Once on a dark winter's day, when the yellow fog hung so thick and heavy in the streets of London that the lamps were lighted and the shop windows blazed with gas as they do at night, an odd-looking l...
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 be...
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.
Mistress Mary, quite contrary, How does your garden grow? With silver bells, and cockle shells, And marigolds all in a row.
Magic is in her just as it is in Dickon, said Colin. It makes her think of ways to do things - nice things.
It was really a very simple thing, after all,—it was only that he had lived near a kind and gentle heart, and had been taught to think kind thoughts always and to care for others. It is a very little...
It was a vague belief that she herself was not quite real—or that she did not belong to the life she had been born into.
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
It made her think that it was curious how much nicer a person looked when he smiled.
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 b...
If you look the right way, you can see that the whole world is a garden.
If there was time only for a few words, they were always friendly, merry words that put heart into one; and if there was time for more, then there was an installment of a story to be told, or some oth...
If tha’ was a missel thrush an’ showed me where thy nest was, does tha’ think I’d tell any one? Not me, he said. Tha’ art as safe as a missel thrush.And she was quite sure she was.
I wouldn’t want to make it look like a gardener’s garden, all clipped an’ spick an’ span, would you? he said. It’s nicer like this with things runnin’ wild, an’ swingin’ an’ catchin’ hold of each othe...