The air was full of spices... A Little Princess

Somehow, something always happens just before things get to the very worst. It is as if Magic did it. If I could only just remember that always. The worse thing never quite comes.

As long as one has a garden, one has a future. As long as one has a future, one is alive.

Nothing in the world is quite as adorably lovely as a robin when he shows off and they are nearly always doing it.

She did not know that this was the best thing she could have done, and she did not know that, when she began to walk quickly or even run along the paths and down the avenue, she was stirring her slow blood and making herself stronger by fighting with the wind which swept down from the moor.

She did not care very much for other little girls, but if she had plenty of books she could console herself.

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.