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.
ENID BLYTONHere Mr Potts come here you little idiot!
More Enid Blyton Quotes
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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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If you can’t look after something in your care, you have no right to keep it.
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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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Writing for children is an art in itself, and a most interesting one.
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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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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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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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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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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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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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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 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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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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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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