The best way to treat obstacles is to use them as stepping-stones.
ENID BLYTONI 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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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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Mothers were much too sharp. They were like dogs. Buster always sensed when anything was out of the ordinary, and so did mothers.
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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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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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Laugh at them, tread on them, and let them lead you to something better.
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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 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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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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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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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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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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Remorse is a terrible thing to bear, Pam, one of the worst of all punishments in this life.
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Here Mr Potts come here you little idiot!
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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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I think people make their own faces, as they grow.
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