There's naught as nice as th' smell o' good clean earth, except th' smell o' fresh growin' things when th' rain falls on 'em.
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.
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
Perhaps there is a soul hidden in everything and it can always speak, without even making a sound, to another soul.
Of course there must be lots of Magic in the world, he said wisely one day, but people don't know what it is like or how to make it. Perhaps the beginning is just to say nice things are going to happe...
Much more surprising things can happen to anyone who, when a disagreeable or discouraged thought comes into his mind, just has the sense to remember in time and push it out by putting in an agreeable,...
Mistress Mary Quite Contrary
It’s the best fun I ever had in my life—shut in here an’ wakenin’ up a garden.
In each century since the beginning of the world wonderful things have been discovered. In the last century more amazing things were found out than in any century before. In this new century hundreds...
I don’t think it would be good if they stayed always,
I am growing quite fond of him, she said to Ermengarde; I should not like him to be disturbed. I have adopted him for a friend. You can do that with people you never speak to at all. You can just watc...
Her affection for everything she could love increased.
He felt the scent and the golden glow of the sunset light as intensely as he felt the dead silence which reigned between himself and Hester almost with the effect of a physical presence.
Gente egoísta é que diz isso. Chama de egoísta todo mundo que não faz o que eles querem.
Fair fresh leaves, and buds—and buds—tiny at first but swelling and working Magic until they burst and uncurled into cups of scent delicately spilling themselves over their brims and filling the garde...
Do yer like it, Miss Sara? she said. Do yer?Like it? cried Sara. You darling Becky, you made it all yourself.Becky gave a hysteric but joyful sniff, and her eyes looked quite moist with delight.It ain...
But the calm had brought a sort of courage and hope with it. Instead of giving way to thoughts of the worst, he actually found he was trying to believe in better things.
Between the lines of every story there is another story, and that is one that is never heard and can only be guessed at by the people who are good at guessing.
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
Are you learning me by heart, little Sara? he said, stroking her hair.No, she answered. I know you by heart. You are inside my heart.