Little Princess Quotes

“How it is that animals understand things I do not know, but it is certain that they do understand. Perhaps there is a language which is not made of words and everything in the world understands it. Perhaps there is a soul hidden in everything and it can always speak, without even making a sound, to another soul.”
― Frances Hodgson Burnett, A Little Princess

“Did Mama leave you all alone in here?"

I picked her up out of bed and rubbed her back for a minute while she hiccuped.

"Daddy's here," I murmured against her bald head, rocking her from side to side. "Let's get that wet diaper off you."

I laid her on the bed and grabbed a diaper from the top of Kate's dresser, talking the whole time. "I don't know what your mommy was thinking, leaving my princess in here all alone," I crooned, my voice somehow keeping Iris calm. "She's outside with your brothers and sister and Daddy's friend Miles. He's a jackass. You stay away from him, okay?"

I smiled as Iris froze, like she was listening intently.

"Daddy was not very nice," I said, pulling her little pants down her legs and unbuttoning her onesie. "I wasn't even there when you were born, and I'm really sorry about that. But your mama came home with me anyway, so that means there's a chance, right? As long as Miles keeps his you-know-what in this pants."

Iris lifted her hand to her face and tried really hard to get it to her mouth, her eyes unfocused as I babbled.

"You're doing so good, princess. Look at you, not even crying while I change you. Such a big girl." I finished re-dressing her and pulled her to my chest. "You think your mama could love me again?" I asked, kissing her little cheek. "Probably not, huh? We'll just have to keep working at it so you can live with Daddy forever.”
― Nicole Jacquelyn, Unbreak My Heart

“The dog— a spaniel— huffed, crossing one thin leg over the other before lowering its head onto it. Barely larger than a loaf of bread, its white-and-chestnut coat had been brushed to glossy perfection, with a pink bow tied on each long ear. I reached out to stroke the soft curve of her head, only to rear back as the fiend snapped her teeth at me.
"I bite back," I warned. The dog returned to her comfortable repose with a huff. "Well, aren't you just a prime article?"
She didn't even smell like a dog to me; the rose-sweetened scent of the house clung to her, along with the lather of the honey soap used for her most recent bath. The very soap favored by the humans of the household. But there was also something else there, too— jagged and musty, like old bones— that must have been her adorable personality shining through.”
― Alexandra Bracken, Immortal Rose