You’re trying to escape from your difficulties, and there never is any escape from difficulties, never. They have to be faced and fought.
ENID BLYTONI don’t believe in things like that – fairies or brownies or magic or anything. It’s old-fashioned.’ ‘
More Enid Blyton Quotes
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I don’t believe in things like that – fairies or brownies or magic or anything. It’s old-fashioned.’ ‘
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Soon they were all sitting on the rocky ledge, which was still warm, watching the sun go down into the lake.
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Writing for children is an art in itself, and a most interesting one.
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They lay on their heathery beds and listened to all the sounds of the night. They heard the little grunt of a hedgehog going by.
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You are honest enough by nature to be able to see and judge your own self clearly – and that is a great thing.
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A clown needn’t be the same out of the ring as he has to be when he’s in it. If you look at photographs of clowns when they’re just being ordinary men, they’ve got quite sad faces.
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I’m good at exploring roofs. You never know when that kind of thing comes in useful.
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Hatred is so much easier to win than love – and so much harder to get rid of.
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The best way to treat obstacles is to use them as stepping-stones.
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Mothers were much too sharp. They were like dogs. Buster always sensed when anything was out of the ordinary, and so did mothers.
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It was the most beautiful evening, with the lake as blue as a cornflower and the sky flecked with rosy clouds. They held their hard-boiled eggs in one hand and a piece of bread and butter in the other, munching happily.
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We must have Christian ethics for our children, good and strong, but we must make them attractive, too, and it can be done.
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To wish undone something you have done, to wish you could look back on kindness to someone you love, instead of on unkindness – that is a very terrible thing.
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As they drew near to it, and saw the willow trees that bent over the water-edge and heard the sharp call of moorhens that scuttled off,
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They saw the flicker of bats overhead. They smelt the drifting scent of honeysuckle, and the delicious smell of wild thyme crushed under their bodies. A reed-warbler sang a beautiful little song in the reeds below, and then another answered.
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