I cannot rest, I must draw, however poor the result, and when I have a bad time come over me it is a stronger desire than ever.
BEATRIX POTTERSunday, January 27, 1884. — There was another story in the paper a week or so since.
More Beatrix Potter Quotes
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Sunday, January 27, 1884. — There was another story in the paper a week or so since.
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In the time of swords and periwigs and full-skirted coats with flowered lappets.
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Thank God I have the seeing eye, that is to say, as I lie in bed I can walk step by step on the fells and rough land seeing every stone and flower and patch of bog and cotton pass where my old legs will never take me again.
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I remember I used to half believe and wholly play with fairies when I was a child.
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Here comes Peter Cottontail right down the bunny trail.
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Once upon a time there were four little Rabbits, and their names were–Flopsy, Mopsy, Cottontail, and Peter.
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Believe there is a great power silently working all things for good, behave yourself and never mind the rest.
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Then Mrs. Tiggy-winkle made tea – a cup for herself and a cup for Lucie. They sat before the fire on a bench and looked sideways at one another.
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I do so hate finishing books. I would like to go on with them for years.
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Peter lost one of his shoes among the cabbages, and the other shoe amongst the potatoes.
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Most people, after one success, are so cringingly afraid of doing less well that they rub all the edge off their subsequent work.
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I fear that we shall be obliged to leave this pudding
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The woods were peopled by the mysterious good folk. The Lords and Ladies of the last century walked with me along the overgrown paths, and picked the old fashioned flowers among the box and rose hedges of the garden.
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This is a fierce bad rabbit; look at his savage whiskers, and his claws and his turned-up tail.
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I am worn to a raveling.
BEATRIX POTTER