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!
ENID BLYTONOh, 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!
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 BLYTONThey 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.
ENID BLYTONAll the children stood and gazed at it, loving it and longing to go to it. It looked so secret – almost magic.
ENID BLYTONWell, you know what grown-ups are,’ said Dinah. ‘They don’t think the same way as we do.
ENID BLYTONHere Mr Potts come here you little idiot!
ENID BLYTONLaugh at them, tread on them, and let them lead you to something better.
ENID BLYTONThe best way to treat obstacles is to use them as stepping-stones.
ENID BLYTONYou are honest enough by nature to be able to see and judge your own self clearly – and that is a great thing.
ENID BLYTONYou’re trying to escape from your difficulties, and there never is any escape from difficulties, never. They have to be faced and fought.
ENID BLYTONElizabeth. Only the strongest people have the pluck to change their minds, and say so, if they see they have been wrong in their ideas.
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.
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 BLYTONI think people make their own faces, as they grow.
ENID BLYTONI 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.
ENID BLYTON