The woods were peopled by the mysterious good folk. The Lords and Ladies of the last century walked with me along the overgrown paths, and picked the old fashioned flowers among the box and rose hedges of the garden.
BEATRIX POTTERHere comes Peter Cottontail right down the bunny trail.
More Beatrix Potter Quotes
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Peter lost one of his shoes among the cabbages, and the other shoe amongst the potatoes.
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There is something delicious about writing the first words of a story. You never quite know where they’ll take you.
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For quiet, solitary and observant children create their own world and live in it, nourishing their imaginations on the material at hand.
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What we call the highest and the lowest in nature are both equally perfect. A willow bush is as beautiful as the human form divine.
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When gentlemen wore ruffles, and gold-laced waistcoats of paduasoy and taffeta – there lived a tailor in Gloucester.
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I have just made stories to please myself, because I never grew up.
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I remember I used to half believe and wholly play with fairies when I was a child.
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Then Mrs. Tiggy-winkle made tea – a cup for herself and a cup for Lucie. They sat before the fire on a bench and looked sideways at one another.
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Believe there is a great power silently working all things for good, behave yourself and never mind the rest.
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I cannot rest, I must draw, however poor the result, and when I have a bad time come over me it is a stronger desire than ever.
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It sometimes happens that the town child is more alive to the fresh beauty of the country than a child who is country born..
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Thank goodness I was never sent to school; it would have rubbed off some of the originality.
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Mrs. Tiggy-winkle’s hand, holding the tea-cup, was very very brown, and very very wrinkly with the soap-suds; and all through her gown and her cap, there were HAIRPINS sticking wrong end out; so that Lucie didn’t like to sit too near her.
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What heaven can be more real than to retain the spirit-world of childhood?
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Peter was not very well during the evening. His mother put him to bed, and made some chamomile tea: “One table-spoonful to be taken at bedtime.
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