There is something delicious about writing the first words of a story. You never quite know where they’ll take you.
BEATRIX POTTERIt sometimes happens that the town child is more alive to the fresh beauty of the country than a child who is country born..
More Beatrix Potter Quotes
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Here comes Peter Cottontail right down the bunny trail.
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I think if she lived in A little shoe-house That little old woman was Surely a mouse!
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Thank goodness I was never sent to school; it would have rubbed off some of the originality.
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For quiet, solitary and observant children create their own world and live in it, nourishing their imaginations on the material at hand.
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A gentleman had a favourite cat whom he taught to sit at the dinner table where it behaved very well. He was in the habit of putting any scraps he left onto the cat’s plate.
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I hold that a strongly marked personality can influence descendants for generations.
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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 am worn to a raveling.
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The place is changed now, and many familiar faces are gone, but the greatest change is myself.
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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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I remember I used to half believe and wholly play with fairies when I was a child.
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What heaven can be more real than to retain the spirit-world of childhood, tempered and balanced by knowledge and common-sense…
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With opportunity the world is very interesting.
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I do so hate finishing books. I would like to go on with them for years.
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Mrs. Tiggy-winkle’s hand, holding the tea-cup, was very very brown, and very very wrinkly with the soap-suds; and all through her gown and her cap, there were HAIRPINS sticking wrong end out; so that Lucie didn’t like to sit too near her.
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