The best way to treat obstacles is to use them as stepping-stones.
ENID BLYTONThe best way to treat obstacles is to use them as stepping-stones.
ENID BLYTONAs 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,
ENID BLYTONSoon they were all sitting on the rocky ledge, which was still warm, watching the sun go down into the lake.
ENID BLYTONIt wasn’t a bit of good fighting grown-ups. They could do exactly as they liked.
ENID BLYTONHere Mr Potts come here you little idiot!
ENID BLYTONMake 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,
ENID BLYTONA clown needn’t be the same out of the ring as he has to be when he’s in it. If you look at photographs of clowns when they’re just being ordinary men, they’ve got quite sad faces.
ENID BLYTONThe 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.
ENID BLYTONI get over a hundred letters a day from all over the world, from children and parents, and it’s a wonder I ever have time to write books, let alone speak!
ENID BLYTONTo 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.
ENID BLYTONRemorse is a terrible thing to bear, Pam, one of the worst of all punishments in this life.
ENID BLYTONI don’t believe in things like that – fairies or brownies or magic or anything. It’s old-fashioned.’ ‘
ENID BLYTONThe 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.
ENID BLYTONMy work in books, films and talks lies almost wholly with children, and I have very little time to give to grown-ups.
ENID BLYTONLaugh at them, tread on them, and let them lead you to something better.
ENID BLYTONThey lay on their heathery beds and listened to all the sounds of the night. They heard the little grunt of a hedgehog going by.
ENID BLYTON