Oh, I wish I lived in a caravan!’ said Jimmy longingly. ‘How lovely it must be to live in a house that has wheels and can go away down the lanes and through the towns, and stand still in fields at night!
ENID BLYTONYou are honest enough by nature to be able to see and judge your own self clearly – and that is a great thing.
More Enid Blyton Quotes
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Writing for children is an art in itself, and a most interesting one.
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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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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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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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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 expect when we grow up, we shall think like them – but let’s hope we remember what it was like to think in the way children do, and understand the boys and the girls that are growing up when we’re men and women.
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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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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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I’m good at exploring roofs. You never know when that kind of thing comes in useful.
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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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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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It wasn’t a bit of good fighting grown-ups. They could do exactly as they liked.
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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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I get over a hundred letters a day from all over the world, from children and parents, and it’s a wonder I ever have time to write books, let alone speak!
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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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