When a man is overcome by anger, he has a poisoned fever. He loses his strength, he loses his power over himself and over others. He throws away time in which he might have gained the end he desires....
Stories belong to everybody.
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...
If you fill your mind with a beautiful thought, there will be no room in it for an ugly one. - King Amor
At that moment a very good thing was happening to her. Four good things had happened to her, in fact, since she came to Misselthwaite Manor. She had felt as if she had understood a robin and that he h...
She liked books more than anything else, and was, in fact, always inventing stories of beautiful things and telling them to herself.
We trifle with France and labour with Germany, we sentimentalize over Italy and ecstacise over Spain- but England we love.
The robin flew from his swinging spray of ivy on to the top of the wall and he opened his beak and sang a loud, lovely trill, merely to show off. Nothing in the world is quite as adorably lovely as a...
In the last century more amazing things were found out than in any century before. In this new century hundreds of things still more astounding will be brought to light.
I am writing in the garden. To write as one should of a garden one must write not outside it or merely somewhere near it, but in the garden.
All girls are! Even if they live in tiny old attics, even if they dress in rags, even if they aren't pretty, or smart, or young, they're still princesses - all of us! Didn't your father ever tell you...
I wish I was friends with things," he said at last, "but I'm not. I never had anything to be friends with, and I can't bear people.
Ten to one
You can lose a friend in springtime easier than any other season if you're too curious.
Why, 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!
Th’ world’s full o’ jackasses brayin’ an’ they never bray nowt but lies.
Por más harapos y jirones que vista, en mi interior puedo seguir siendo una princesa. María Antonieta en prisión, vestida de negro e insultada por su pueblo, tuvo más altura que cuando todo iba bien e...
I dare say you could live without me, Sara; but I couldn't live without you. I was nearly dead.
Children's as good as 'rithmetic to set you findin' out things.
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...