little girl Quotes

“It was nothing like what I’d dreamed of when I was a little girl—what I had hoped for myself growing up. But it was the only life I had, and it was mine. The days of waiting around for someone else to ride in and save the day for me were over.”

“I wasn’t the same scared little girl he met that night in the church, and I was going to make sure that he knew it.”

“All she wanted was to be a little girl, to be efficiently taken care of by some yielding yet superior power, stupider and steadier than herself. It seemed that the only lover she had ever wanted was a lover in a dream.”

“Look! There’s the very bear I’ve always wanted.”

“Sometimes, far away in the night, a wolf howled. Then he came nearer, and howled again. It was a scary sound. Laura knew that wolves would eat little girls.”

Jamela’s Dress is a heart-warming post-apartheid South African picture book about a little girl who just can’t resist her mama’s new, expensive dress fabric. Instead of looking after it while it hung to dry, Jamela wrapped herself up in the beautiful fabric and paraded down the street, causing it to get dirty and torn. Everyone is upset with Jamela, including Jamela herself, until Archie, a local photographer, saves the day just in time for Thelma’s wedding.

“It was late one winter night, long past my bedtime, when Pa and I went owling. There was no wind. The trees stood still as giant statues. And the moon was so bright the sky seemed to shine.”

“It was late one winter night, long past my bedtime, when Pa and I went owling. There was no wind. The trees stood still as giant statues. And the moon was so bright the sky seemed to shine.”

“If you want to go owling you have to be quiet, that’s what Pa always says. I’ve been waiting to go owling with Pa for a long, long time.”

“Our feet crunched over the crisp snow and little gray footprints followed. Pa made a long shadow, but mine was short and round. I had to run after him every now and then to keep up and my short, round shadow bumped after me.”

“I listened and looked so hard that my ears hurt and my eyes got cloudy with the cold.”

“When you go owling you don’t need words or warm or anything but hope.”

“I didn’t ask what kind of things hide behind black trees in the middle of the night. When you go owling you have to be brave.”

“The moon was high above us. It seemed to fit exactly over the center of the clearing and the snow below it was whiter than milk in a cereal bowl.”

“I knew then that I could talk, I could even laugh out loud. But I was a shadow as we walked home.”

“All of a sudden, an owl shadow, part of the big tree shadow, lifted off and flew right over us.”

“He looked up, as if searching the stars, as if reading a map up there. The moon made his face into a silver mask.”

“Once I knew a little girl, Who wouldn’t go to bed, And in the morning always had A very sleepy head. At night she’d stop up on the stairs, And hold the railings tight Then with a puff she’d try to blow Out Mary Ann’s rushlight. The bed at last they tuck’d her in. The light she vowed to keep; Left in the dark she roar’d and cried; Till tired she went to sleep.”

“With these three little girls and two little boys There is sure to be plenty of laughter and noise; But nobody minds it, because don’t you see, At school they are quiet with lessons they say - But when holidays come they can play the whole day.”

“Why can’t I ever get you, Polly, when that other wolf managed to get his little girl.”

“A very long time ago, when I was a little girl, I didn’t have a naughty little sister at all. I was a child all on my own. I had a father and a mother of course, but I hadn’t any other little brothers or sisters - I was quite alone.”

“There was a little girl called Janet, and it was her birthday. She had lots of presents. A little red bicycle. And a pair of roller-skates. And a skipping-rope. And a big pile of books. But just the same, Janet was not very happy.”

“This little girl had short hair, and short legs, and short frocks. But her name wasn’t short at all. It was Millicent Margaret Amanda.”

“She might be just a plain little girl, but she certainly wasn’t a sissy.”

“Wishes Oh, if you were a little boy, And I was a little girl- Why you would have some whiskers grow And then my hair would curl. Ah! if I could have whiskers grow, I’d let you have my curls; But what’s the use of wishing it- Boys never can be girls.”

“A trick that everyone abhors In Little Girls is slamming Doors A Wealthy Banker’s Little Daughter Who lived in Palace Green, Bayswater (By name Rebecca Offendort) Was given to this Furious Sport.”

“At School Five little Girls, sitting on a form, Five little Girls, with lessons to learn, Five little Girls, who, I’m afraid, Won’t know them a bit when they have to be said. For little eyes are given to look Anywhere else than on their book; And little thoughts are given to stray Anywhere-ever so far away.”

“But then all the little girl had said was that her mother liked red, yellow, green and blue -- and so Mr. Rabbit was trying.”

“She wants to make a gift for her mother, but she doesn’t know what. She is meeting with Mr Rabbit, who helps her with ideas...”

“In this installment they befriend a little girl who is a Syrian refugee and through her they learn some important lessons about kindness, forgiveness, and patriotism.”

“Mr. Bobbsey was startled and with good reason, for the had heard of more than one little girl dying from too much jumping. He took the limp form up in his arms and hurried to the Lavine house with it. ‘Run and tell Doctor Briskett,’ he called back to Nan.”

“Nora was five. She had no brothers or sisters. Her chief friends were dolls. The doll she liked best was called May, and had big blue eyes and golden hair. I must tell you more about these dolls another day...”

“Marilla Cuthbert, you’re fairly in for it. Did you ever suppose you’d see the day when you’d be adopting an orphan girl? It’s surprising enough; but not so surprising as that Matthew should be at the bottom of it, him that always seemed to have such a mortal dread of little girls. Anyhow, we’ve decided on the experiment and goodness only knows what will come of it.”

“I just couldn’t help thinking of the little girl you used to be, Anne. And I was wishing you could have stayed a little girl, even with all your queer ways.