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.
ENID BLYTONTo 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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I don’t believe in things like that – fairies or brownies or magic or anything. It’s old-fashioned.’ ‘
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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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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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The point is not that I don’t recognise bad people when I see them – I grant you I may quite well be taken in by them – the point is that I know a good person when I see one.
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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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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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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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If you can’t look after something in your care, you have no right to keep it.
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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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I wonder where you got that idea from? I mean, the idea that it’s feeble to change your mind once it’s made up. That’s a wrong idea, you know.
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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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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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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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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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Writing for children is an art in itself, and a most interesting one.
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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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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 think people make their own faces, as they grow.
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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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Hatred is so much easier to win than love – and so much harder to get rid of.
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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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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 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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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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Here Mr Potts come here you little idiot!
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Leave something for someone but dont leave someone for something.
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