Writing for children is an art in itself, and a most interesting one.
ENID BLYTONMy work in books, films and talks lies almost wholly with children, and I have very little time to give to grown-ups.
More Enid Blyton Quotes
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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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Oh, I wish I lived in a caravan!’ said Jimmy longingly. ‘How lovely it must be to live in a house that has wheels and can go away down the lanes and through the towns, and stand still in fields at night!
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There 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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If you can’t look after something in your care, you have no right to keep it.
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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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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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Well, we must be jolly old-fashioned then,’ said Bessie. ‘Because we not only believe in the Faraway Tree and love our funny friends there, but we go to see them too – and we visit the lands at the top of the Tree as well!
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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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I wonder where you got that idea from? I mean, the idea that it’s feeble to change your mind once it’s made up. That’s a wrong idea, you know.
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Soon they were all sitting on the rocky ledge, which was still warm, watching the sun go down into the lake.
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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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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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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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I don’t believe in things like that – fairies or brownies or magic or anything. It’s old-fashioned.’ ‘
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