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6.185

“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.”

―FRANCES HODGSON BURNETT

6.186

“Both abundance and lack exist simultaneously in our lives, as parallel realities. It is always our conscious choice which secret garden we will tend.”

-Sarah Ban Breathnach

6.187

“Two things cannot be in one place. Where you tend a rose, my lad, a thistle cannot grow.”

Frances Hodgson Burnett

-CECELIA AHERN

6.188

“Write what’s up there.” Sister Ignatius pointed at her temple. “As a great man once said, this is a secret garden. We’ve all got one of those.” “Jesus?” “No, Bruce Springsteen.”

-CECELIA AHERN

6.189

“Of course there must be lots of Magic in the world,” he said wisely one day, “but people don’t know what it is like or how to make it. Perhaps the beginning is just to say nice things are going to happen until you make them happen. I am going to try and experiment.”

-FRANCES HODGSON BURNETT

6.190

“When new beautiful thoughts began to push out the old hideous ones, life began to come back to him, his blood ran healthily through his veins and strength poured into him.”

-FRANCES HODGSON BURNETT

6.191

“At first people refuse to believe that a strange new thing can be done, then they begin to hope it can be done, then they see it can be done—then it is done and all the world wonders why it was not done centuries ago.”

-FRANCES HODGSON BURNETT

6.192

“Perhaps there is a language which is not made of words and everything in the world understands it. Perhaps there is a soul hidden in everything and it can always speak, without even making a sound, to another soul.”

-FRANCES HODGSON BURNETT

6.193

“It made her think that it was curious how much nicer a person looked when he smiled.”

-FRANCES HODGSON BURNETT

6.194

“And the secret garden bloomed and bloomed and every morning revealed new miracles.”

-FRANCES HODGSON BURNETT