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If you fill your mind with a beautiful thought, there will be no room in it for an ugly one. - King Amor

Frances Hodgson Burnett

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Frances Hodgson Burnett
Age: 74 †
Born: 1849
Born: November 24
Died: 1924
Died: October 20
Dramaturge
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Short Story Writer
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Manchester
England
Frances Eliza Hodgson
Frances Eliza Hodgson Burnett
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Of course there must be lots of Magic in the world, but people don't know what it is like or how to make it.
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Whatever comes cannot alter one thing.
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Everything's a story - You are a story -I am a story.
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Only in dreams of spring Shall I ever see again The flowering of my cherry trees.
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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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Folks who make such a fuss about their rights turn them into wrongs sometimes. -- (from Behind the White Brick)
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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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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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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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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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And the secret garden bloomed and bloomed and every morning revealed new miracles.
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Her affection for everything she could love increased.
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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.
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How it is that animals understand things I do not know, but it is certain that they do understand. Perhaps there is a language which is not made of words and everything in the world understands it. Perhaps there is a soul hidden in everything and it can always speak, without even making a sound, to another soul.
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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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When a man looks at the stars, he grows calm and forgets small things. They answer his questions and show him that his earth is only one of the million worlds. Hold your soul still and look upward often, and you will understand their speech. Never forget the stars.
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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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we do not believe until we want a thing and feel that we shall die if 'tis not granted to us, and then we kneel and kneel and believe, because we must have someone to ask help from.
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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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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. People who are fond of books know the feeling of irritation which sweeps over them at such a moment. The temptation to be unreasonable and snappish is one not easy to manage.
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