The worst thing never quite comes.

Oh, how she did love that queer, common boy!

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

One of her favorite fancies was that on the outside, as she called it, thoughts were waiting for people to call them.

Scientific people are always curious and I am going to be scientific.

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

Innocent little villages full of homes torn and trampled under foot and burned!" the Duchess almost cried out. "And worse things than that—worse things!

The very fact that she never made an impudent answer seemed to Miss Minchin a kind of impudence in itself.

She liked books more than anything else, and was, in fact, always inventing stories of beautiful things and telling them to herself.

Two lads an' a little lass just lookin' on at th' springtime. I warrant it'd be better than doctor's stuff.

I dare say it is rather hard to be a rat," she mused. "Nobody likes you. People jump and run away and scream out, 'Oh, a horrid rat!' I shouldn't like people to scream and jump and say, 'Oh, a horrid Sara!' the moment they saw me. And set traps for me, and pretend they were dinner.

Th' world's full o' jackasses brayin' an' they never bray nowt but lies.

Perhaps to be able to learn things quickly isn't everything. To be kind is worth a great deal to other people...Lots of clever people have done harm and have been wicked.

How dare you think?

Everything as strange and silent, and she seemed to be hundreds of miles away from anyone, but somehow she did not feel lonely at all.

I do not know whether many people realize how much more than is ever written there really is in a story— how many parts of it are never told— how much more really happened than there is in the book one holds in one's hand and pores over.

If you look the right way, you can see that the whole world is a garden.

We trifle with France and labour with Germany, we sentimentalize over Italy and ecstacise over Spain- but England we love.

That's almost like telling lies, she said. And lies—well, you see, they are not only wicked—they're vulgar.

He felt the scent and the golden glow of the sunset light as intensely as he felt the dead silence which reigned between himself and Hester almost with the effect of a physical presence.

Of course there must be lots of magic in the world but people don't know what it is like or how to make it. Perhaps the beginning is just to say nice things are going to happen until you make them happen.

My mother always says people should be able to take care of themselves, even if they're rich and important.

Perhaps it is the key to the garden!

Never thee stop believin' in th' Big Good Thing an' knowin' th' world's full of it - and call it what tha' likes. Tha' wert singin' to it when I come into t' garden.

When a man looks at the stars, he grows calm and forgets small things. They answer his questions and show him that his earth is only one of the million worlds. Hold your soul still and look upward often, and you will understand their speech. Never forget the stars.

Now, young ladies, I have a few words to say to you, she announced.

When Mary Lennox was sent to Misselthwaite Manor to live with her uncle everybody said she was the most disagreeable-looking child ever seen. It was true, too. She had a little thin face and a little thin body, thin light hair and a sour expression. Her hair was yellow, and her face was yellow because she had been born in India and had always been.

To see each of his ugly, selfish motives changed into a good and generous one by the simplicity of a child was a singular experience.

But the calm had brought a sort of courage and hope with it. Instead of giving way to thoughts of the worst, he actually found he was trying to believe in better things.

Don't chirrup so loud, Donald, Janet said. When you come to cheer an ill person up you don't cheer him up at the top of your voice. Perhaps cheering up is too loud, Mr. Carrisford? turning to the Indian gentleman.

Everything's a story - You are a story - I am a story.

Naturally, Jessie giggled again. 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.

It was a long corridor and it branched into other corridors and it led her up short flights of steps which mounted to others again.

Perhaps there is a soul hidden in everything and it can always speak, without even making a sound, to another soul.

Lottie was so delighted that she quite forgot her first shocked impression of the attic. In fact, when she was lifted down from the table and returned to earthly things, as it were, Sara was able to point out to her many beauties in the room which she herself would not have suspected the existence of.

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.

You are nothing but a doll. Nothing but a doll -- doll -- doll! You care for nothing. You are stuffed with sawdust. You never had a heart. Nothing could ever make you feel. You are a doll!

You learn things by saying them over and over and thinking about them until they stay in your mind forever and I think it will be the same with Magic. If you keep calling it to come to you and help you it will get to be part of you and it will stay and do things.

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.

Much more surprising things can happen to anyone who, when a disagreeable or discouraged thought comes into his mind, just has the sense to remember in time and push it out by putting in an agreeable, determinedly courageous one. Two things cannot be in one place.

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.

I know you by heart. You are inside my heart.

Where, you tend a rose, my lad, A thistle cannot grow.

There! Ermengarde heard her say. Take it and go home, Melchisedec! Go home to your wife!

I shall pretend that, she said; and it will be a great comfort.

When a man is very good and knows a great deal, he is elected president.

There is nothing so nice as supposing. It's almost like being a fairy. If you suppose anything hard enough it seems as if it were real.

Things happen to people by accident, she used to say. A lot of nice accidents have happened to me. It just.

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.