Frances Hodgson Burnett

She was not an affectionate child and had never cared much for anyone.

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.

His greatest charm was this cheerful, fearless, quaint little way of making friends with people.

She had begun to wonder why she had never seemed to belong to anyone even when her father and mother had been alive.

She felt as if she had lived a long, long time.

But if I have to be an earl, there’s one thing I can do: I can try to be a good one.

This was plain speaking, and Mary Lennox had never heard the truth about herself in her life.

She doesn’t read them, Miss Minchin; she gobbles them up as if she were a little wolf instead of a little girl.

It’s very painful when your bones hurt you.

Yorkshire’s th’ sunniest place on earth when it is sunny.

I know you by heart. You are inside my heart.

In spite of all his splendor, there was never a more unpopular old nobleman than the Earl of Dorincourt, and there could scarcely have been a more lonely one.

Our Dickon can make a flower grow out of a brick walk. Mother says he just whispers things out o’ th’ ground.

She has not learned French; she is French.

“I should love it better if you were there,” his small lordship said, with a heavy little sigh.

“It’s the strangest house anyone ever lived in,” said Mary drowsily

It makes you thankful when you are liked.

Being scalped a great many times might make a person forgetful.

There’s naught as nice as th’ smell o’ good clean earth, except th’ smell o’ fresh growin’ things when th’ rain falls on ’em.

She knows that stories belong to everybody.