I am writing in the garden. To write as one should of a garden one must write not outside it or merely somewhere near it, but in the garden.
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.
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.
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.
Hang in there. It is astonishing how short a time it can take for very wonderful things to happen.
My mother always says people should be able to take care of themselves, even if they're rich and important.
She did not care very much for other little girls, but if she had plenty of books she could console herself.
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.
She liked books more than anything else, and was, in fact, always inventing stories of beautiful things and telling them to herself.
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...
One marvel of a day he had walked so far that when he returned the moon was high and full and all the world was purple shadow and silver.
You can lose a friend in springtime easier than any other season if you're too curious.
He had made himself believe that he was going to get well, which was really more than half the battle.
Two worst things as can happen to a child is never to have his own way - or always to have it.
How is it that animals understand things I do not know, but it is certain that they do understand. Perhaps there is a language that is not made up of words & everything in this world understands it. Perhaps there is a soul hidden in everything & it can always speak, without making a sound, to another soul.
If you fill your mind with a beautiful thought, there will be no room in it for an ugly one. - King Amor
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