Are 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.

If nature has made you for a giver, your hands are born open, and so is your heart; and though there may be times when your hands are empty, your heart is always full, and you can give things out of that--warm things, kind things, sweet things--help and comfort and laughter--and sometimes gay, kind laughter is the best help of all.

She says it has nothing to do with what you look like, or what you have. It has only to do with what you think of and what you do.

One 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.

You can lose a friend in springtime easier than any other season if you're too curious.

I am a princess. All girls are. Even if they live in tiny old attics. Even if they dress in rags, even if they aren’t pretty, or smart, or young. They’re still princesses.

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