Two things cannot be in one place. Where you tend a rose, my lad, a thistle cannot grow. Frances Hodgson Burnett More Quotes by Frances Hodgson Burnett More Quotes From Frances Hodgson Burnett Perhaps I have not really a good temper at all, but if you have everything you want and everyone is kind to you, how can you help but be good-tempered? Perhaps I'm a HIDEOUS child, and no one will ever know, just because I never have any trials. Frances Hodgson Burnett princess trials children Perhaps to be able to learn things quickly isn't everything. To be kind is worth a great deal to other people...Lots of clever people have done harm and have been wicked. Frances Hodgson Burnett healing clever people The difficulty will be to keep her from learning too fast and too much. She is always sitting with her little nose burrowing into books. She doesn't read them, Miss Minchin; she gobbles them up as if she were a little wolf instead of a little girl. She is always starving for new books to gobble, and she wants grown-up books--great, big, fat ones--French and German as well as English--history and biography and poets, and all sorts of things. Drag her away from her books when she reads too much. Frances Hodgson Burnett english-history girl book "It's so beautiful!" she said, a little breathless with her speed. "You never saw anything so beautiful! It has come! I thought it had come that other morning, but it was only coming. It is here now! It has come, the Spring!" Frances Hodgson Burnett spring morning beautiful There is naught a man or woman can not learn who hath the wit. Frances Hodgson Burnett wit can-not men 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 prayer want believe when the day comes that I kneel by your bedside and see your eyes close, or you kneel by mine, it must be that the one who waits behind shall know the parting is not all. Frances Hodgson Burnett behinds eye waiting As long as one has a garden, one has a future. As long as one has a future, one is alive. Frances Hodgson Burnett alive garden long On the hob was a little brass kettle, hissing and boiling; spread upon the floor was a warm, thick rug; before the fire was a folding-chair, unfolded and with cushions on it; by the chair was a small folding-table, unfolded, covered with a white cloth, and upon it were spread small covered dishes, a cup and saucer, and a tea-pot; on the bed were new, warm coverings, a curious wadded silk robe, and some books. The little, cold, miserable room seemed changed into Fairyland. It was actually warm and glowing. Frances Hodgson Burnett fire white book Whatever comes," she said, "cannot alter one thing. If I am a princess in rags and tatters, I can be a princess inside. It would be easy to be a princess if I were dressed in cloth of gold, but it is a great deal more of a triumph to be one all the time when no one knows it. Frances Hodgson Burnett princess triumph gold I don't know who it is," she said; "but somebody cares for me a little. I have a friend. Frances Hodgson Burnett care said littles 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. Frances Hodgson Burnett heartbroken passion eye You can lose a friend in springtime easier than any other season if you're too curious. Frances Hodgson Burnett springtime curious easier Much more surprising things can happen to anyone who, when a disagreeable or discouraged thought comes into his mind, just has the sense to remember in time and push it out by putting in an agreeable, determinedly courageous one. Two things cannot be in one place. Frances Hodgson Burnett courageous mind two At that moment a very good thing was happening to her. Four good things had happened to her, in fact, since she came to Misselthwaite Manor. She had felt as if she had understood a robin and that he had understood her; she had run in the wind until her blood had grown warm; she had been healthily hungry for the first time in her life; and she had found out what it was to be sorry for someone. Frances Hodgson Burnett sorry running blood 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 sparks moments eye Might I," quavered Mary, "might I have a bit of earth? Frances Hodgson Burnett mary earth might I am writing in the garden. To write as one should of a garden one must write not outside it or merely somewhere near it, but in the garden. Frances Hodgson Burnett educational writing art It's so easy that when you begin you can't stop. You just go on and on doing it always. Frances Hodgson Burnett goes-on easy Things happen to people by accident. Frances Hodgson Burnett accidents happens people