He found her under my care, she protested. I have done everything for her. But for me she should have starved in the streets.Here the Indian gentleman lost his temper.As to starving in the streets, he...
Have you done your work? she asked. Dare you stay here a few minutes?Becky lost her breath again.Here, miss? Me?Sara ran to the door, opened it, and looked out and listened.No one is anywhere about, s...
Fresh air won’t tire me, said the young Rajah.
Do you mean to tell me, she cried out, that he left That Sara will have no fortune! That the child is a beggar! That she is left on my hands a little pauper instead of an heiress?Mr. Barrow was a shr...
Are you the child was left at a school in Paris? Are you sure it was Paris?My dear fellow, broke forth Carrisford, with restless bitterness, I am of nothing.
And the secret garden bloomed and bloomed and every morning revealed new miracles.
All that I do is right—for me. I make it so by doing it. Do you think that I am conquered by the laws that other women crouch and whine before, because they dare not break them, though they long to do...
Adversity tries people, and mine has tried you and proved how nice you are.
At first people refuse to believe that a strange new thing can be done then they begin to hope it can be done then they see it can be done-then it is done and all the world wonders why it was not do...
«Imaginar es algo tan fácil que cuando comienzas cuesta detenerse. Sólo es cuestión de empezar.»
So red, indeed, that she almost looked as if tears were coming into her poor, dull, childish eyes;
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...
Her power of telling stories and of making everything she talked about seem like a story, whether it was one or not.
Declared you could see buds unsheath themselves. Also you could make the acquaintance of strange busy insect things running about on various unknown but evidently serious errands, sometimes carrying t...
Dark faces
Curled herself up in the window-seat, opened a book, and began to read.
Beautiful. From
You are nothing but a doll. Nothing but a doll -- doll -- doll! You care for nothing. You are stuffed with sawdust. You never had a heart. Nothing could ever make you feel. You are a doll!
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.
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...