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.
ENID BLYTONMy work in books, films and talks lies almost wholly with children, and I have very little time to give to grown-ups.
More Enid Blyton Quotes
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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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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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Mothers were much too sharp. They were like dogs. Buster always sensed when anything was out of the ordinary, and so did mothers.
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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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Well, we must be jolly old-fashioned then,’ said Bessie. ‘Because we not only believe in the Faraway Tree and love our funny friends there, but we go to see them too – and we visit the lands at the top of the Tree as well!
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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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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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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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Leave something for someone but dont leave someone for something.
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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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Here Mr Potts come here you little idiot!
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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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Laugh at them, tread on them, and let them lead you to something better.
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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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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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