Soon they were all sitting on the rocky ledge, which was still warm, watching the sun go down into the lake.
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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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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The best way to treat obstacles is to use them as stepping-stones.
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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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Laugh at them, tread on them, and let them lead you to something better.
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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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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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I am not really much interested in talking to adults, although I suppose practically every mother in the kingdom knows my name and my books. It’s their children I love.
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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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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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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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It wasn’t a bit of good fighting grown-ups. They could do exactly as they liked.
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All the children stood and gazed at it, loving it and longing to go to it. It looked so secret – almost magic.
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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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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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