My heart born naked was swaddled in lullabies. Later alone it wore poems for clothes. Like a shirt I carried on my… — John Berger Copy Share Image
Are you learning me by heart, little Sara?" he said, stroking her hair. "No," she answered. "I know you by heart. You… — Frances Hodgson Burnett Copy Share Image
“Sara...looked long and hard at his face. 'Are you learning me by heart, little Sara?' he said... 'No,' she answered. 'I know… — Frances Hodgson Burnett Copy Share Image
