And the secret garden bloomed and bloomed and every morning revealed new miracles.
Frances Hodgson BurnettRead
It's so different to be a sparrow. But nobody asked this rat if he wanted to be a rat when he was made. Nobody said, 'Wouldn't you rather be a sparrow?
Interpretation
The quote reflects on the nature of existence and the acceptance of one's identity.
Frances Hodgson Burnett's quote highlights the intrinsic differences in life experiences and identities. It suggests that while some beings, like the sparrow, symbolize freedom and beauty, others, like the rat, may feel marginalized and may not have chosen their existence. This contemplation underscores the lack of agency over one's circumstances and invites reflection on the value of every life, regardless of its societal perception.
In practice
In a discussion about self-acceptance, one might say, 'It's so different to be a sparrow...'
And the secret garden bloomed and bloomed and every morning revealed new miracles.
As long as you have a garden you have a future and as long as you have a future you are alive.
If nature has made you for a giver, your hands are born open, and so is your heart; and though there may be times when your hands are empty, your heart is always full, and you can give things out of that--warm things, kind things, sweet things--help and comfort and laughter--and sometimes gay, kind laughter is the best help of all.
Somehow, something always happens just before things get to the very worst. It is as if Magic did it. If I could only just remember that always. The worse thing never quite comes.
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.
Are you learning me by heart, little Sara?" he said, stroking her hair. "No," she answered. "I know you by heart. You are inside my heart.
All manifest life seems to require a period of sleep, of calm, in which to gain added strength, renewed vigour, for the next manifestation, or awakening to activity. Thus is the march of all progress, of all manifest life - in waves, successive waves, [of] activity and repose. Waves succeed each other in an endless chain of progression.
A universe with a creator would be a totally different kind of universe, scientifically speaking, than one without.
We must make good people wish that the Christian faith were true, and then show that it is.
Where a reputation for intolerance is more feared than a reputation for vice itself, all manner of evil may be expected to flourish.
Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome.
No person, I think, ever saw a herd of buffalo, of which a few were fat and the great majority lean. No person ever saw a flock of birds, of which two or three were swimming in grease, and the others all skin and bone.
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