Laugh at them, tread on them, and let them lead you to something better.
ENID BLYTONIf you can’t look after something in your care, you have no right to keep it.
More Enid Blyton Quotes
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You’re trying to escape from your difficulties, and there never is any escape from difficulties, never. They have to be faced and fought.
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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 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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It wasn’t a bit of good fighting grown-ups. They could do exactly as they liked.
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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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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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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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I think people make their own faces, as they grow.
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Remorse is a terrible thing to bear, Pam, one of the worst of all punishments in this life.
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Writing for children is an art in itself, and a most interesting one.
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I am not really much interested in talking to adults, although I suppose practically every mother in the kingdom knows my name and my books. It’s their children I love.
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Well, you know what grown-ups are,’ said Dinah. ‘They don’t think the same way as we do.
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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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As they drew near to it, and saw the willow trees that bent over the water-edge and heard the sharp call of moorhens that scuttled off,
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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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