Sometimes since I've been in the garden I've looked up through the trees at the sky and I have had a strange feeling of being happy as if something was pushing and drawing in my chest and making me breathe fast. Magic is always pushing and drawing and making things out of nothing. Everything is made out of magic, leaves and trees, flowers and birds, badgers and foxes and squirrels and people. So it must be all around us. In this garden - in all the places.
Frances Hodgson BurnettThe truth is that when one is still a child-or even if one is grown up- and has been well fed, and has slept long and softly and warm; when one has gone to sleep in the midst of a fairy story, and has wakened to find it real, one cannot be unhappy or even look as if one were; and one could not, if one tried, keep a glow of joy out of one's eyes.
Frances Hodgson BurnettListen to th' wind wutherin' round the house," she said. "You could bare stand up on the moor if you was out on it tonight." Mary did not know what "wutherin'" meant until she listened, and then she understood. It must mean that hollow shuddering sort of roar which rushed round and round the house, as if the giant no one could see were buffeting it and beating at the walls and windows to try to break in. But one knew he could not get in, and somehow it made one feel very safe and warm inside a room with a red coal fire.
Frances Hodgson BurnettAre 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 BurnettOne 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.
Frances Hodgson BurnettI dare say it is rather hard to be a rat,โ she mused. โNobody likes you. People jump and run away and scream out: โOh, a horrid rat!โ I shouldnโt like people to scream and jump and say: โOh, a horrid Sara!โ the moment they saw me, and set traps for me, and pretend they were dinner. Itโs so different to be a sparrow. But nobody asked this rat if he wanted to be a rat when he was made. Nobody said: โWouldnโt you rather be a sparrow?
Frances Hodgson Burnett