38 Quotes About Little-girl

Fruits were my candy as a little girl growing up in Barbados.I was surrounded by a variety of fruit trees: Tamarind, cherry, mango, dunks, papaya, guava, pear, sugar apple, golden apple, and gooseberry trees.

My dress is of plain forest green wool, but the other girls are wearing beautiful tunics the color of gems- ruby dresses with sapphire mantles and dappled with jewels that dance before me like little insects on fire. My hair is dark as a crow, but theirs is red and gold and even longer than mine. A ray of sun slashes through the turbulent Irish sky, and I see that my friends' perfect skin shimmers in the sun, making them almost translucent.

A beautiful, swirled brown and white shell like the one Ursula used to wear, but larger. A whelk, not a nautilus. Vareet picked it up in wonder, turning it over in her hands, admiring its gleam in the moonlight. On a whim she put it to her ear.Her eyes widened.In the depths of the shell, she could hear what must have been the echo of distant waves... and also the song of a mermaid.

The first page held a picture of a hazel blossom that Catherine had drawn. It had been pulled from its file, laminated with clear plastic, and secured to the album with gold photo corners. Below the drawing was my daughter's name, Hazel Jones-Hastings, in Elizabeth's elegant script, and her birthday, March 1, which wasn't her birthday at all.

As her dreams intensified, the red-haired girl became so real to Olivia that she found herself absentmindedly sketching her image during the day, bringing her to life on the page. She drew her surrounded by the flowers she held in her hands- white harebell, pink campion, and yellow cinquefoil- entwining them into the curls in her hair, until the flowers and plants were not around her, but part of her. A true child of the woodland.

What would you like, black or green?""Green, please. It has an earthier taste.""What is you name?""Leila. It means 'evening,' but I would rather have a morning name. I was at the other party, but I like your party better.""I see. Cup or mug?""Cup, please. The best china. Gold-rimmed, no flowers. No cracks or chips. It's okay. I don't break things.

Ella isn't like other little girls. She's inquisitive and curious, with a heart that senses others' emotions with the precision of Doppler radar. She drops coins from her piggy bank into the outstretched hands of the homeless in Times Square, frets over the plight of hurt animals on the roadside, and two Christmases ago, organized a coat drive at her school when she saw a little boy shivering on the playground.

My mind is a mess, but I love it nonetheless.

When I was a little girl growing up in Barbados- I never had to worry about 5-a-day, On a given day, I ate hog plums, mangoes, sugar apples, tamarinds, golden- apples, gooseberries, ackees, and dunks.