She looked into the staring glass eyes and complacent face, and suddenly a sort of heartbroken rage seized her. She lifted her little savage hand and knocked Emily off the chair, bursting into a passion of sobbing- Sara who never cried.
Frances Hodgson BurnettPerhaps there is a language which is not made of words and everything in the world understands it.
Frances Hodgson Burnettwhen the day comes that I kneel by your bedside and see your eyes close, or you kneel by mine, it must be that the one who waits behind shall know the parting is not all.
Frances Hodgson Burnett