What heaven can be more real than to retain the spirit-world of childhood?
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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Sunday, January 27, 1884. — There was another story in the paper a week or so since.
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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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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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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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The shorter and the plainer the better.
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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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I remember I used to half believe and wholly play with fairies when I was a child.
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Thank goodness my education was neglected.
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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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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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I think if she lived in A little shoe-house That little old woman was Surely a mouse!
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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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When gentlemen wore ruffles, and gold-laced waistcoats of paduasoy and taffeta – there lived a tailor in Gloucester.
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I fear that we shall be obliged to leave this pudding
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