Hatred is so much easier to win than love – and so much harder to get rid of.
ENID BLYTONMothers were much too sharp. They were like dogs. Buster always sensed when anything was out of the ordinary, and so did mothers.
More Enid Blyton Quotes
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They saw the flicker of bats overhead. They smelt the drifting scent of honeysuckle, and the delicious smell of wild thyme crushed under their bodies. A reed-warbler sang a beautiful little song in the reeds below, and then another answered.
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The children gazed in delight. Nothing but trees and birds and little wild animals. Oh, what a secret island, all for their very own, to live on and play on.
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All the children stood and gazed at it, loving it and longing to go to it. It looked so secret – almost magic.
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Leave something for someone but dont leave someone for something.
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Never lose that honesty, Bobby – always be honest with yourself, know your own motives for what they are, good or bad, make your own decisions firmly and justly – and you will be a fine, strong character, of some real use in this muddled world of ours!
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It wasn’t a bit of good fighting grown-ups. They could do exactly as they liked.
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The point is not that I don’t recognise bad people when I see them – I grant you I may quite well be taken in by them – the point is that I know a good person when I see one.
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Mothers and dogs both had a kind of second sight that made them see into people’s minds and know when anything unusual was going on.
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The little island seemed to float on the dark lake-waters. Trees grew on it, and a little hill rose in the middle of it. It was a mysterious island, lonely and beautiful.
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I expect when we grow up, we shall think like them – but let’s hope we remember what it was like to think in the way children do, and understand the boys and the girls that are growing up when we’re men and women.
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I do love the beginning of the summer hols,’ said Julian. They always seem to stretch out ahead for ages and ages.’ ‘They go so nice and slowly at first,’ said Anne, his little sister. ‘Then they start to gallop.
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Writing for children is an art in itself, and a most interesting one.
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I don’t believe in things like that – fairies or brownies or magic or anything. It’s old-fashioned.’ ‘
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Make up your mind about things, by all means – but if something happens to show that you are wrong, then it is feeble not to change your mind,
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To wish undone something you have done, to wish you could look back on kindness to someone you love, instead of on unkindness – that is a very terrible thing.
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