I am worn to a raveling.
BEATRIX POTTERBelieve there is a great power silently working all things for good, behave yourself and never mind the rest.
More Beatrix Potter Quotes
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One day puss did not take his place punctually, but presently appeared with two mice, one of which it placed on its master’s plate, the other on its own.
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What heaven can be more real than to retain the spirit-world of childhood?
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In the time of swords and periwigs and full-skirted coats with flowered lappets.
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Don’t go into Mr. McGregor’s garden: your Father had an accident there; he was put in a pie by Mrs. McGregor.
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Everything was romantic in my imagination.
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All outward forms of religion are almost useless, and are the causes of endless strife.
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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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I hold an old-fashioned notion that a happy marriage is the crown of a woman’s life.
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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 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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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 have just made stories to please myself, because I never grew up.
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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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Once upon a time there were three kittens, and their names were Mitten, Tom Kitten, and Moppet. They had dear little fur coats of their own; and they tumbled about the doorstep and played in the dust.
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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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