I am worn to a raveling.
BEATRIX POTTERWhat we call the highest and the lowest in nature are both equally perfect. A willow bush is as beautiful as the human form divine.
More Beatrix Potter Quotes
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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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Once upon a time there were four little Rabbits, and their names were–Flopsy, Mopsy, Cottontail, and Peter.
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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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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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The place is changed now, and many familiar faces are gone, but the greatest change is myself.
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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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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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I have just made stories to please myself, because I never grew up.
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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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Thank goodness I was never sent to school; it would have rubbed off some of the originality.
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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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What we call the highest and the lowest in nature are both equally perfect. A willow bush is as beautiful as the human form divine.
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Sunday, January 27, 1884. — There was another story in the paper a week or so since.
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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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