There is something delicious about writing the first words of a story. You never quite know where they’ll take you.
BEATRIX POTTERThe 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.
More Beatrix Potter Quotes
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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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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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The shorter and the plainer the better.
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With opportunity the world is very interesting.
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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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Thank goodness my education was neglected.
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It is said that the effect of eating too much lettuce is ‘soporific’.
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I hold that a strongly marked personality can influence descendants for generations.
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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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The place is changed now, and many familiar faces are gone, but the greatest change is myself.
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Peter was not very well during the evening. His mother put him to bed, and made some chamomile tea: “One table-spoonful to be taken at bedtime.
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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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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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I think if she lived in A little shoe-house That little old woman was Surely a mouse!
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Sunday, January 27, 1884. — There was another story in the paper a week or so since.
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