240 Quotes by Frances Hodgson Burnett

Then I will chant,” he said. And he began, looking like a strange boy spirit. “The sun is shining – the sun is shining. That is the Magic. The flowers are growing – the roots are stirring. That is the Magic. Being alive is the Magic – being strong is the Magic. The Magic is in me – the Magic is in me. It is in me – it is in me. It’s in every one of us. It’s in Ben Weatherstaff’s back. Magic! Magic! Come and help!

He’s been spoiled ’til salt won’t save him.

Perhaps there is a language which is not made of words and everything in the world understands it.

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.

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

If nature has made you 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.

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

Dickon’s a kind lad an’ animals likes him.

Between the lines of every story there is another story, and that is one that is never heard and can only be guessed at by the people who are good at guessing.