But she was inside the wonderful garden, and she could come through the door under the ivy any time, and she felt as if she had found a world all her own.
She just flew at him like a little cat last night, and stamped her feet and ordered him to stop screaming, and somehow she startled him so that he actually did stop, and this afternoon – well just come up and see, sir. It’s past crediting.
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.
Fresh air won’t tire me,” said the young Rajah.
Them as is not wanted scarce ever thrives.
I am sure she comes out sometimes to see me – though I don’t see her.
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. There.
I can’t say the words. They’re so queer.
If you lie through the night upon the battlements and think only of the stillness and the stars you will forget your anger and its poison will die away. If you put into your mind a beautiful thought it will take the place of the evil one. There is no room for darkness in the mind of him who thinks only of the stars.
To hear this pretty childish voice speaking his own language so simply and charmingly made him feel almost as if he were in his native land – which on dark, foggy days in London sometimes seemed worlds away.
It used to seem as if she had all the sky and the world to herself.
One of the new things people began to find out in the last century was that thoughts – just mere thoughts – are as powerful as electric batteries – as good for one as sunlight is, or as bad for one as poison. To let a sad thought or a bad one get into your mind is as dangerous as letting a scarlet fever germ get into your body. If you let it stay there after it has got in you may never get over it as long as you live.
A body ‘as to move gentle an’ speak low when wild things is about.
Da quando sono nato, non ho mai preso un raffreddore. Sono sempre stato in giro per la brughiera con ogni tempo, come i conigli. La mamma dice che ho respirato troppa aria fresca, in dodici anni, per poter prendere il raffreddore. Sono robusto come il nodo di un ramo di biancospino.
Just as that moment her torn heart swelled within her.
When you kept the weeds from your bare little garden, and when you dug for others and hid away ugliness and disorder, you planted a Blue Flower every day. You have planted more than all the rest, and your reward shall be the sweetest, for you planted without the seeds.
Dickon’s a kind lad an’ animals likes him.
I wouldn’t want to make it look like a gardener’s garden, all clipped an’ spick an’ span, would you?” he said. “It’s nicer like this with things runnin’ wild, an’ swingin’ an’ catchin’ hold of each other.” “Don’t let us make it tidy,” said Mary anxiously. “It wouldn’t seem like a secret garden if it was tidy.
But the earth is full of magic,” Amor said to the Ancient One, after the feast on the plain was over. “Most men know nothing of it and so comes misery. The first law of the earth’s magic is this one. If you fill your mind with a beautiful thought there will be no room in it for an ugly one.
You have the nicest eyes I ever saw.