All the children stood and gazed at it, loving it and longing to go to it. It looked so secret – almost magic.
ENID BLYTONThe best way to treat obstacles is to use them as stepping-stones.
More Enid Blyton Quotes
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Here Mr Potts come here you little idiot!
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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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The best way to treat obstacles is to use them as stepping-stones.
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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 don’t believe in things like that – fairies or brownies or magic or anything. It’s old-fashioned.’ ‘
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Laugh at them, tread on them, and let them lead you to something better.
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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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It wasn’t a bit of good fighting grown-ups. They could do exactly as they liked.
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