If Sara had been a boy and lived a few centuries ago, her father used to say, ’she would have gone about the country with her sword drawn, rescuing and defending everyone in distress. She always wants to fight when she sees people in trouble.
Her affection for everything she could love increased.
There’s nothing so strong as rage, except what makes you hold it in – that’s stronger. It’s a good thing not to answer your enemies. I scarcely ever do.
Two worst things as can happen to a child is never to have his own way – or always to have it.
One marvel of a day he had walked so far that when he returned the moon was high and full and all the world was purple shadow and silver.
People never like me and I never like people.
One of the strange things about living in the world is that it is only now and then one is quite sure one is going to live forever and ever and ever.
Everything is made out of Magic, leaves and trees, flowers and birds, badgers and foxes and squirrels and people. So it must be all around us. In this garden-in all the places.
So long as I know what’s expected of me, I can manage.
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.
To speak robin to a robin is like speaking French to a Frenchman.
What you have to do with your mind, when your body is miserable, is to make it think of something else.
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...
As she came closer to him she noticed that there was a clean fresh scent of heather and grass and leaves about him, almost as if he were made of them. She liked it very much and when she looked into his funny face with the red cheeks and round blue eyes she forgot that she had felt shy.
The Magic in this garden has made me stand up and know I am going to live to be a man.
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.
She looked into the staring glass eyes and complacent face, and suddenly a sort of heartbroken rage seized her. She lifted her little savage hand and knocked Emily off the chair, bursting into a passion of sobbing- Sara who never cried.
It’s so easy that when you begin you can’t stop. You just go on and on doing it always.
Things happen to people by accident.
Whatever comes cannot alter one thing.