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People never like me and I never like people, she thought. And I never can talk as the Crawford children could. They were always talking and laughing and making noises.
Frances Hodgson Burnett
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Frances Hodgson Burnett
Age: 74 †
Born: 1849
Born: November 24
Died: 1924
Died: October 20
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Manchester
England
Frances Eliza Hodgson
Frances Eliza Hodgson Burnett
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Yes, answered Sara, nodding. Adversity tries people, and mine has tried you and proved how nice you are.
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She did not know that this was the best thing she could have done, and she did not know that, when she began to walk quickly or even run along the paths and down the avenue, she was stirring her slow blood and making herself stronger by fighting with the wind which swept down from the moor.
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It's so easy that when you begin you can't stop. You just go on and on doing it always.
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She says it has nothing to do with what you look like, or what you have. It has only to do with what you think of and what you do.
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She wished she could talk as he did. His speech was so quick and easy. It sounded as if he liked her and was not the least afraid she would not like him, though he was only a common moor boy, in patched clothes and with a funny face and a rough, rusty-red head.
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It's so beautiful! she said, a little breathless with her speed. You never saw anything so beautiful! It has come! I thought it had come that other morning, but it was only coming. It is here now! It has come, the Spring!
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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 was as tyrannical and selfish a little pig as ever lived.
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Whatever comes, she said, cannot alter one thing. If I am a princess in rags and tatters, I can be a princess inside. It would be easy to be a princess if I were dressed in cloth of gold, but it is a great deal more of a triumph to be one all the time when no one knows it.
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Her affection for everything she could love increased.
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Everything's a story - You are a story -I am a story.
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Never did she find anything so difficult as to keep herself from losing her temper when she was suddenly disturbed while absorbed in a book.
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As long as you have a garden you have a future and as long as you have a future you are alive.
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You either build up or you tear down. You either keep in the light where you can see, or you stand in the dark and fight everything that comes near you, because you can't see and you think it's an enemy.
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Imagine, if you can, what the rest of the evening was like. How they crouched by the fire which blazed and leaped and made much of itself in the little grate. How they removed the covers of the dishes, and found rich, hot savory soup, which was a meal in itself, and sandwiches and toast and muffins enough for both of them.
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She liked books more than anything else, and was, in fact, always inventing stories of beautiful things and telling them to herself.
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And the secret garden bloomed and bloomed and every morning revealed new miracles.
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Magic is in her just as it is in Dickon, said Colin. It makes her think of ways to do things - nice things.
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The truth is that when one is still a child-or even if one is grown up- and has been well fed, and has slept long and softly and warm when one has gone to sleep in the midst of a fairy story, and has wakened to find it real, one cannot be unhappy or even look as if one were and one could not, if one tried, keep a glow of joy out of one's eyes.
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