A Quote by Frances Hodgson Burnett

And the secret garden bloomed and bloomed and every morning revealed new miracles. — © Frances Hodgson Burnett
And the secret garden bloomed and bloomed and every morning revealed new miracles.
I have spoken to plants myself, and if pressed for conclusions would have to say that those I threatened did better than those I - well, I wouldn't say prayed over, but pleaded with, cajoled. A rhododendron that hadn't bloomed for six years was flatly told it would be removed the following year if there were no flowers. Need I say that it has bloomed profusely ever since?
We have built a greenhouse, a human greenhouse, where once there bloomed a sweet and wild garden.
A long time ago, there were lovers that lived on the opposite ends of a river. They promised to meet when the camellia flowers bloomed. But it rained so much the boat couldn't cross the river. So the two couldn't meet, even though the camellia flowers had all bloomed. Lets meet again. Before the camellia flowers wilt.
It was as if a morning-glory had bloomed in her throat, and all that blue and small pollen ate into my heart, violent and religious
Even for the dead I will not bind my soul to grief, death cannot long divide; for is it not as if the rose that climbed my garden wall had bloomed the other side?
Perhaps God does with His heavenly garden as we do with our own. He may chiefly stock it from nurseries, and select for transplanting what is yet in its young and tender age--flowers before they have bloomed and trees ere they begin to bear.
To the extent I bloomed, I'm a late bloomer.
The rose that once has bloomed forever dies.
The honeysuckle was everywhere the day the letter arrived, like heat. Wild roses bloomed in hedges of tendrils and perfume. There were fat bees, dirigible bees, plump and miniature. It was a sweet, tangled morning, and the sun rose, leisurely, in a spectacular blush.
If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?
How could you give me life, and take from me all the inappreciable things that raise it from the state of conscious death? Where are the graces of my soul? Where are the sentiments of my heart? What have you done, oh, Father, What have you done with the garden that should have bloomed once, in this great wilderness here? Said louisa as she touched her heart.
Ignorance, arrogance, and racism have bloomed as Superior Knowledge in all too many universities.
she is nearing forty and not so easily forgiven as when her skin bloomed like roses.
We are like roses that have never bothered to bloom when we should have bloomed and it is as if the sun has become disgusted with waiting
Three things see no end- A flower blighted ere it bloomed, A message that was wasted, And a journey that was doomed.
Nevertheless, in this sea of human wretchedness and malice there bloomed at times compassion, as a pale flower blooms in a putrid marsh.
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