Thank God I have the seeing eye, that is to say, as I lie in bed I can walk step by step on the fells and rough land seeing every stone and flower and patch of bog and cotton pass where my old legs will never take me again.
BEATRIX POTTERFor quiet, solitary and observant children create their own world and live in it, nourishing their imaginations on the material at hand.
More Beatrix Potter Quotes
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I was a child then, I had no idea what the world would be like. I wished to trust myself on the waters and the sea.
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All outward forms of religion are almost useless, and are the causes of endless strife.
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Most people, after one success, are so cringingly afraid of doing less well that they rub all the edge off their subsequent work.
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I do so hate finishing books. I would like to go on with them for years.
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Once upon a time there were four little Rabbits, and their names were–Flopsy, Mopsy, Cottontail, and Peter.
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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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It is said that the effect of eating too much lettuce is ‘soporific’.
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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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Peter lost one of his shoes among the cabbages, and the other shoe amongst the potatoes.
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I have just made stories to please myself, because I never grew up.
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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.
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Don’t go into Mr. McGregor’s garden: your Father had an accident there; he was put in a pie by Mrs. McGregor.
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What heaven can be more real than to retain the spirit-world of childhood?
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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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