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we do not believe until we want a thing and feel that we shall die if ’tis not granted to us, and then we kneel and kneel and believe, because we must have someone to ask help from.

Frances Hodgson Burnett

Their eyes met with a singular directness of gaze. Between them a spark passed which was not afterwards to be extinguished, though neither of them knew the moment of its kindling.
FRANCES HODGSON BURNETT

Eye Moment Spark
Nothing in the world is quite as adorably lovely as a robin when he shows off and they are nearly always doing it.
FRANCES HODGSON BURNETT

Lovely Robin World
we do not believe until we want a thing and feel that we shall die if ’tis not granted to us, and then we kneel and kneel and believe, because we must have someone to ask help from.
FRANCES HODGSON BURNETT

Belief Grant Prayer
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.
FRANCES HODGSON BURNETT

Bears Go Prertend Talk
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.
FRANCES HODGSON BURNETT

Little Look Princess Think
There’s naught as nice as th’ smell o’ good clean earth, except th’ smell o’ fresh growin’ things when th’ rain falls on ’em.
FRANCES HODGSON BURNETT

Fall Nice Rain
Never did she find anything so difficult as to keep herself from losing her temper when she was suddenly disturbed while absorbed in a book.
FRANCES HODGSON BURNETT

Book Difficult Losing
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.
FRANCES HODGSON BURNETT

Garden Likes World
That’s what I look at some people for. I like to know about them. I think them over afterward.
FRANCES HODGSON BURNETT

Looks People Think
To speak robin to a robin is like speaking French to a Frenchman
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Language Robin Speak
The Magic in this garden has made me stand up and know I am going to live to be a man.
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Garden Magic Men
People never like me and I never like people,” she thought. “And I never can talk as the Crawford children could. They were always talking and laughing and making noises.
FRANCES HODGSON BURNETT

Children People Talk
Soldiers don’t complain…I am not going to do it; I will pretend this is part of a war.
FRANCES HODGSON BURNETT

Complaining Soldiers War