Quotes from Frances Hodgson Burnett

Imaginar es algo tan fácil que cuando comienzas cuesta detenerse. Sólo es cuestión de empezar.»

Nature having made her for a giver- had not the least idea what she made meant to poor Becky, and how wonderful a benefactor she seemed. 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 you of that- warm things, kind things, sweet things- help and comfort and laughter- and sometimes gay, kind laughter is the best help of all.

I know what it is to be hungry, and it is very hard when one cannot even pretend it away. -Sara

Gente egoísta é que diz isso. Chama de egoísta todo mundo que não faz o que eles querem.

because of the rare peaceful hours when his thoughts were changed-his soul was slowly growing stronger, too.

by the time she was six years old she was as tyrannical and selfish a little pig as ever lived.

You are real, aren't you?" he said. "I have such real dreams very often. You might be one of them.

You thought I was a native! You dared! You don't know anything about natives! They are not people—they're servants who must salaam to you. You know nothing about India. You know nothing about anything!

At that moment a very good thing was happening to her. Four good things had happened to her, in fact, since she came to Misselthwaite Manor. She had felt as if she had understood a robin and that he had understood her; she had run in the wind until her blood had grown warm; she had been healthily hungry for the first time in her life; and she had found out what it was to be sorry for some one. She was getting on.

It won't be enough for either of us. But it will be better than nothing.

And Dickon helped him, and the Magic—or whatever it was—so gave him strength that when the sun did slip over the edge and end the strange lovely afternoon for them there he actually stood on his two feet—laughing.

We are just the same—I am only a little girl like you. It's just an accident that I am not you, and you are not me!

that the servant who stood by her bedside

Perhaps, she said, to be able to learn things quickly isn't everything. To be kind is worth a great deal to other people. If Miss Minchin knew everything on earth and was like what she is now, she'd still be a detestable thing, and everybody would hate her. Lots of clever people have done harm and have been wicked. Look at Robespierre—

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.

Cose assai sorprendenti possono accadere a chi, avendo nella mente un pensiero sgradevole e scoraggiante, abbia il buonsenso di accorgersene e scacciarlo via in tempo sostituendolo con un altro pensiero piacevole e ottimista. Due cose non possono occupare contemporaneamente lo stesso posto. Là dove coltivi la rosa, ragazzo mio, Non può crescere il cardo.

Yes, miss, you are, she cried, and her words were all broken. Whats'ever 'appens to you—whats'ever—you'd be a princess all the same—an' nothin' couldn't make you nothin' different.

When new beautiful thoughts begin to push out the old hideous ones, life begins to come back... Much more surprising things can happen to anyone who, when a disagreeable or discouraged thought comes into his mind, just has the sense to remember in time and push it out by putting in an agreeable, determinedly courageous one. Two things cannot be in one place: 'Where you tend a rose, my lad, A thistle cannot grow.

You see, now that trials have come, they have shown that I am NOT a nice child. I was afraid they would. Perhaps—wrinkling her forehead wisely—that is what they were sent for. I don't see any good in them, said Ermengarde stoutly. Neither do I—to speak the truth, admitted Sara, frankly. But I suppose there MIGHT be good in things, even if we don't see it.

So she began to feel a slight interest in Dickon, and as she had never before been interested in any one but herself, it was the dawning of a healthy sentiment. When

When I lie by myself and remember I begin to have pains everywhere and I think of things that make me begin to scream because I hate them so.

Le pido perdón por haberme reído, si lo considera una ofensa -replicó por fin-; pero no me disculparé por pensar.»

Are you sure the child was left at a school in Paris? Are you sure it was Paris?" "My dear fellow," broke forth Carrisford, with restless bitterness, "I am sure of nothing.

And it was then he spoke about the broken Link - and about the greatest books in the world - that in all their different ways, they were only saying over and over again one thing thousands of times. Just this thing - 'Hate not, Fear not, Love.' And he said that was Order. And when it was disturbed, suffering came - poverty and misery and catastrophe and wars.