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Nothing in the world is quite as adorably lovely as a robin when he shows off and they are nearly always doing it.
Frances Hodgson Burnett
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Frances Hodgson Burnett
Age: 74 †
Born: 1849
Born: November 24
Died: 1924
Died: October 20
Dramaturge
Novelist
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Short Story Writer
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Manchester
England
Frances Eliza Hodgson
Frances Eliza Hodgson Burnett
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Beaks
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...and her mother had been a great beauty who cared only to go to parties and amuse herself with gay parties.
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If nature has made you for a giver, your hands are born open, and so is your heart and though there may be times when your hands are empty, your heart is always full, and you can give things out of that--warm things, kind things, sweet things--help and comfort and laughter--and sometimes gay, kind laughter is the best help of all.
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However many years she lived, Mary always felt that 'she should never forget that first morning when her garden began to grow'.
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death is always sudden however long one waits.
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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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It's so different to be a sparrow. But nobody asked this rat if he wanted to be a rat when he was made. Nobody said, 'Wouldn't you rather be a sparrow?
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Hang in there. It is astonishing how short a time it can take for very wonderful things to happen.
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Somehow, something always happens just before things get to the very worst. It is as if Magic did it. If I could only just remember that always. The worse thing never quite comes.
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Two worst things as can happen to a child is never to have his own way - or always to have it.
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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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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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... justice is mercy's highest self.
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Is the spring coming? he said. What is it like?... It is the sun shining on the rain and the rain falling on the sunshine.
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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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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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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 robin when he shows off - and they are nearly always doing it.
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Folks who make such a fuss about their rights turn them into wrongs sometimes. -- (from Behind the White Brick)
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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.
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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.
Frances Hodgson Burnett
Everything's a story - You are a story -I am a story.
Frances Hodgson Burnett
