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She did not care very much for other little girls, but if she had plenty of books she could console herself.
Frances Hodgson Burnett
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Frances Hodgson Burnett
Age: 74 †
Born: 1849
Born: November 24
Died: 1924
Died: October 20
Dramaturge
Novelist
Playwright
Short Story Writer
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Manchester
England
Frances Eliza Hodgson
Frances Eliza Hodgson Burnett
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The mug from the washstand was used as Becky's tea cup, and the tea was so delicious that it was not necessary to pretend that it was anything but tea.
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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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That's what I look at some people for. I like to know about them. I think them over afterward.
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Only in dreams of spring Shall I ever see again The flowering of my cherry trees.
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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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death is always sudden however long one waits.
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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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Yes, answered Sara, nodding. Adversity tries people, and mine has tried you and proved how nice you are.
Frances Hodgson Burnett
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!
Frances Hodgson Burnett
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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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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Everything's a story - You are a story -I am a story.
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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.
Frances Hodgson Burnett
If you look the right way, you can see that the whole world is a garden.
Frances Hodgson Burnett
