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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.
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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Manchester
England
Frances Eliza Hodgson
Frances Eliza Hodgson Burnett
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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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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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Perhaps to be able to learn things quickly isn't everything. To be kind is worth a great deal to other people...Lots of clever people have done harm and have been wicked.
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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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One of the strange things about living in the world is that it is only now and then one is quite sure one is going to live forever and ever and ever.
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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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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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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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Yes, answered Sara, nodding. Adversity tries people, and mine has tried you and proved how nice you are.
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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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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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Her affection for everything she could love increased.
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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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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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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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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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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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And the secret garden bloomed and bloomed and every morning revealed new miracles.
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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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