I remember I used to half believe and wholly play with fairies when I was a child.
BEATRIX POTTERThank goodness my education was neglected.
More Beatrix Potter Quotes
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I am worn to a raveling.
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I fear that we shall be obliged to leave this pudding
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I think prejudice and tradition count for three-quarters in matters of religion.
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It sometimes happens that the town child is more alive to the fresh beauty of the country than a child who is country born..
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We cannot stay home all our lives, we must present ourselves to the world and we must look upon it as an adventure.
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I was a child then, I had no idea what the world would be like. I wished to trust myself on the waters and the sea.
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I hold an old-fashioned notion that a happy marriage is the crown of a woman’s life.
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So much perfection argues rottenness somewhere.
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Everything was romantic in my imagination.
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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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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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Here comes Peter Cottontail right down the bunny trail.
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With opportunity the world is very interesting.
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When gentlemen wore ruffles, and gold-laced waistcoats of paduasoy and taffeta – there lived a tailor in Gloucester.
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There is something delicious about writing the first words of a story. You never quite know where they’ll take you.
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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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All outward forms of religion are almost useless, and are the causes of endless strife.
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Sunday, January 27, 1884. — There was another story in the paper a week or so since.
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Peter was not very well during the evening. His mother put him to bed, and made some chamomile tea: “One table-spoonful to be taken at bedtime.
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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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I do so hate finishing books. I would like to go on with them for years.
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I have just made stories to please myself, because I never grew up.
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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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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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In the time of swords and periwigs and full-skirted coats with flowered lappets.
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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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