There is something delicious about writing the first words of a story. You never quite know where they’ll take you.
BEATRIX POTTERThere is something delicious about writing the first words of a story. You never quite know where they’ll take you.
More Beatrix Potter Quotes
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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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Everything was romantic in my imagination.
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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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Thank goodness my education was neglected.
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All outward forms of religion are almost useless, and are the causes of endless strife.
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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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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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Once upon a time there were four little Rabbits, and their names were–Flopsy, Mopsy, Cottontail, and Peter.
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Sunday, January 27, 1884. — There was another story in the paper a week or so since.
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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 remember I used to half believe and wholly play with fairies when I was a child.
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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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It is said that the effect of eating too much lettuce is ‘soporific’.
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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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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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