Soon they were all sitting on the rocky ledge, which was still warm, watching the sun go down into the lake.
ENID BLYTONI 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.
More Enid Blyton Quotes
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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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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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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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Writing for children is an art in itself, and a most interesting one.
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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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Never lose that honesty, Bobby – always be honest with yourself, know your own motives for what they are, good or bad, make your own decisions firmly and justly – and you will be a fine, strong character, of some real use in this muddled world of ours!
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Remorse is a terrible thing to bear, Pam, one of the worst of all punishments in this life.
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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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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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It wasn’t a bit of good fighting grown-ups. They could do exactly as they liked.
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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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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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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 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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