Everything as strange and silent, and she seemed to be hundreds of miles away from anyone, but somehow she did not feel lonely at all.
EVERYTHING'S a story. You are a story—I am a story.
Don’t chirrup so loud, Donald, Janet said. When you come to cheer an ill person up you don’t cheer him up at the top of your voice. Perhaps cheering up is too loud, Mr. Carrisford? turning to the Indi...
Do you love your father more than anything else in all the whole world?Ermengarde’s mouth fell open a little. She knew that it would be far from behaving like a respectable child at a select seminary...
Cose assai sorprendenti possono accadere a chi, avendo nella mente un pensiero sgradevole e scoraggiante, abbia il buonsenso di accorgersene e scacciarlo via in tempo sostituendolo con un altro pensie...
But I suppose there might be good in things, even if we don't see it.
Was yellow because she had been born in India and had always been ill in one way or another. Her father had held a position under the English Government and had always been busy and ill himself, and h...
Them,
The gray rain-storm which looked as if it would go on forever and ever. She watched it so long and steadily that the grayness grew heavier and heavier before her eyes and she fell asleep.
Only doing what she unconsciously liked better than anything else,
Because he felt so curiously comfortable. It was actually nice to be awake, and he turned over and stretched his limbs luxuriously. He felt as if tight strings which had held him had loosened themselv...
You see, said Sara, that is for his wife and children. He is very nice. He only eats the little bits. After he goes back I can always hear his family squeaking for joy. There are three kinds of squeak...
When the square suddenly seemed to begin to glow in an enchanted way and look wonderful in spite of its sooty trees and railings, Sara knew something was going on in the sky; and when it was at all po...
When Mary Lennox was sent to Misselthwaite Manor to live with her uncle everybody said she was the most disagreeable-looking child ever seen.
Two worst things as can happen to a child is never to have his own way - or always to have it.
There were in this strange nature, depths so awful and profound that it was not to be sounded or to be judged as others were. But one thing could have melted or caused the unconquerable spirit to bend...
The woeful fright in the coal-smutted face made her suddenly so sorry that she could scarcely bear it. One of her queer thoughts rushed into her mind. She put her hand against Becky's cheek. Why, she...
The little ones, who were accustomed to being disdained and ordered out of the way by mature ladies aged ten and twelve, were never made to cry by this most envied of them all. She was a motherly youn...
That's what I look at some people for. I like to know about them. I think them over afterward.
So long as Colin shut himself up in his room and thought only of his fears and weakness and his detestation of people who looked at him and reflected hourly on humps and early death, he was a hysteric...