The best way to treat obstacles is to use them as stepping-stones.
ENID BLYTONThere was a dish of salt for everyone to dip their eggs into. ‘I don’t know why, but the meals we have on picnics always taste so much nicer than the ones we have indoors,’ said George.
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The secret island had looked mysterious enough on the night they had seen it before – but now, swimming in the hot June haze, it seemed more enchanting than ever.
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Writing for children is an art in itself, and a most interesting one.
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Elizabeth. Only the strongest people have the pluck to change their minds, and say so, if they see they have been wrong in their ideas.
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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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Here Mr Potts come here you little idiot!
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I have written, probably, more books for children than any other writer, from story-books to plays, and can claim to know more about interesting children than most.
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I think people make their own faces, as they grow.
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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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Laugh at them, tread on them, and let them lead you to something better.
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They lay on their heathery beds and listened to all the sounds of the night. They heard the little grunt of a hedgehog going by.
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Mothers were much too sharp. They were like dogs. Buster always sensed when anything was out of the ordinary, and so did mothers.
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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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We must have Christian ethics for our children, good and strong, but we must make them attractive, too, and it can be done.
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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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My work in books, films and talks lies almost wholly with children, and I have very little time to give to grown-ups.
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