Are you learning me by heart, little Sara?" he said, stroking her hair. "No," she answered. "I know you by heart. You are inside my heart.
Frances Hodgson BurnettI don't know who it is," she said; "but somebody cares for me a little. I have a friend.
Frances Hodgson BurnettIt'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?
Frances Hodgson BurnettI 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.
Frances Hodgson BurnettAnd they both began to laugh over nothing as children will when they are happy together. And they laughed so that in the end they were making as much noise as if they had been two ordinary healthy natural ten-year-old creaturesโinstead of a hard, little, unloving girl and a sickly boy who believed that he was going to die.
Frances Hodgson Burnett