Laugh at them, tread on them, and let them lead you to something better.
ENID BLYTONHatred is so much easier to win than love – and so much harder to get rid of.
More Enid Blyton Quotes
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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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I don’t believe in things like that – fairies or brownies or magic or anything. It’s old-fashioned.’ ‘
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My work in books, films and talks lies almost wholly with children, and I have very little time to give to grown-ups.
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All the children stood and gazed at it, loving it and longing to go to it. It looked so secret – almost magic.
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When you’re paid to do a job, it’s better to give a few minutes more to it, than a few minutes less. That’s one of the differences between doing a job honestly and doing it dishonestly! See?
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Mothers and dogs both had a kind of second sight that made them see into people’s minds and know when anything unusual was going on.
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To 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.
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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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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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I’m good at exploring roofs. You never know when that kind of thing comes in useful.
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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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A 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.
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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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They saw the flicker of bats overhead. They smelt the drifting scent of honeysuckle, and the delicious smell of wild thyme crushed under their bodies. A reed-warbler sang a beautiful little song in the reeds below, and then another answered.
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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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