You are honest enough by nature to be able to see and judge your own self clearly – and that is a great thing.
ENID BLYTONSoon they were all sitting on the rocky ledge, which was still warm, watching the sun go down into the lake.
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Make up your mind about things, by all means – but if something happens to show that you are wrong, then it is feeble not to change your mind,
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Elizabeth. Only the strongest people have the pluck to change their minds, and say so, if they see they have been wrong in their ideas.
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I think people make their own faces, as they grow.
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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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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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You’re trying to escape from your difficulties, and there never is any escape from difficulties, never. They have to be faced and fought.
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Never lose that honesty, Bobby – always be honest with yourself, know your own motives for what they are, good or bad, make your own decisions firmly and justly – and you will be a fine, strong character, of some real use in this muddled world of ours!
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Well, we must be jolly old-fashioned then,’ said Bessie. ‘Because we not only believe in the Faraway Tree and love our funny friends there, but we go to see them too – and we visit the lands at the top of the Tree as well!
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I do love the beginning of the summer hols,’ said Julian. They always seem to stretch out ahead for ages and ages.’ ‘They go so nice and slowly at first,’ said Anne, his little sister. ‘Then they start to gallop.
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Mothers and dogs both had a kind of second sight that made them see into people’s minds and know when anything unusual was going on.
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When you’re paid to do a job, it’s better to give a few minutes more to it, than a few minutes less. That’s one of the differences between doing a job honestly and doing it dishonestly! See?
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The little island seemed to float on the dark lake-waters. Trees grew on it, and a little hill rose in the middle of it. It was a mysterious island, lonely and beautiful.
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Laugh at them, tread on them, and let them lead you to something better.
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Remorse is a terrible thing to bear, Pam, one of the worst of all punishments in this life.
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If you can’t look after something in your care, you have no right to keep it.
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The children gazed in delight. Nothing but trees and birds and little wild animals. Oh, what a secret island, all for their very own, to live on and play on.
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The secret island had looked mysterious enough on the night they had seen it before – but now, swimming in the hot June haze, it seemed more enchanting than ever.
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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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I have written, probably, more books for children than any other writer, from story-books to plays, and can claim to know more about interesting children than most.
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Writing for children is an art in itself, and a most interesting one.
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My work in books, films and talks lies almost wholly with children, and I have very little time to give to grown-ups.
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Well, you know what grown-ups are,’ said Dinah. ‘They don’t think the same way as we do.
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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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There was a dish of salt for everyone to dip their eggs into. ‘I don’t know why, but the meals we have on picnics always taste so much nicer than the ones we have indoors,’ said George.
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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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Here Mr Potts come here you little idiot!
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