One of the strange things about living in the world is that it is only now and then one is quite sure one is going to live forever and ever and ever.

Magic is in her just as it is in Dickon," said Colin. "It makes her think of ways to do things - nice things.

What you have to do with your mind, when your body is miserable, is to make it think of something else.

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.

It made her think that it was curious how much nicer a person looked when he smiled. She had not thought of it before.

If I go on talking and talking...and telling you things about pretending, I shall bear it better. You don't forget, but you bear it better.

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.