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“It's something, it can be nothing. I don't know its name, so I call it magic. I've never seen a sunrise, but Mary and Dickon have, and for what they tell me, I'm sure that is magic, too. Something pushes it up and draws it. Sometimes since I've been in the garden I've looked I've looked up through the trees at the sky and I have had a strange feeling of being happy as if something were pushing and drawing in my chest and making me breathe fast. Magic is always pushing and drawing and making things out of nothing. Everything is made out of Magic, leaves and trees, flowers and birds, badgers and foxes and squirrels and people. So it must be all around us. In this garden--in all the places. The Magic in this garden has made me stand up and know I am going to live to be a man. I am going to make the scientific experiment of trying to get some and put it in myself and make it push and draw me and make me strong. I don't know how to do it but I think that if you keep thinking about it and calling it perhaps it will come. Perhaps that is the first baby way to get it. When I was going to try to stand that first time Mary kept saying to herself as fast as she could, `You can do it! You can do it!' and I did. I had to try myself at the same time, of course, but her Magic helped me-and so did Dickon's. Every morning and evening and as often in the daytime as I can remember I am going to say, 'Magic is in me! Magic is making me well! I am going to be as strong as Dickon, as strong as Dickon!' And you must all do it, too. That is my experiment Will you help, Ben Weatherstaff?”

Quote by Frances Hodgson Burnett

Book:The Secret Garden
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The Secret Garden

This novel, known for its evocative imagery and emotional depth, follows the journey of a young orphan girl who discovers a neglected garden in her new home. Through her efforts to restore the garden, she learns about the power of nature and the importance of nurturing one's inner and outer landscapes. more

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Frances Hodgson Burnett
Frances Hodgson Burnett

Frances Hodgson Burnett was an English playwright known for her rich imagination and delicate emotional descriptions. Her works spanned various genres including drama, novels, and poetry, with her most famous works being 'Little Women' and 'The Secret Garden'. Born on November 24, 1849, she passed away on October 29, 1924. more

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