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.

Imagine, if you can, what the rest of the evening was like. How they crouched by the fire which blazed and leaped and made much of itself in the little grate. How they removed the covers of the dishes, and found rich, hot savory soup, which was a meal in itself, and sandwiches and toast and muffins enough for both of them.

When Mary Lennox was sent to Misselthwaite Manor to live with her uncle everybody said she was the most disagreeable-looking child ever seen. It was true too . . . she was as tyrannical and selfish a little pig as ever lived.

I am sure there is Magic in everything, only we have not sense enough to get hold of it and make it do things for us

Yes," answered Sara, nodding. "Adversity tries people, and mine has tried you and proved how nice you are.

If you look the right way, you can see that the whole world is a garden.

Everything's a story - You are a story -I am a story.