I have just made stories to please myself, because I never grew up.
BEATRIX POTTERThank 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.
More Beatrix Potter Quotes
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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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All outward forms of religion are almost useless, and are the causes of endless strife.
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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 remember I used to half believe and wholly play with fairies when I was a child.
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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 think prejudice and tradition count for three-quarters in matters of religion.
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Here comes Peter Cottontail right down the bunny trail.
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Thank goodness my education was neglected.
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I do so hate finishing books. I would like to go on with them for years.
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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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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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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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What heaven can be more real than to retain the spirit-world of childhood?
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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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