All the children stood and gazed at it, loving it and longing to go to it. It looked so secret – almost magic.
ENID BLYTONWriting for children is an art in itself, and a most interesting one.
More Enid Blyton Quotes
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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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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 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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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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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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Laugh at them, tread on them, and let them lead you to something better.
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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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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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Writing for children is an art in itself, and a most interesting one.
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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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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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There was a dish of salt for everyone to dip their eggs into. ‘I don’t know why, but the meals we have on picnics always taste so much nicer than the ones we have indoors,’ said George.
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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 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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Remorse is a terrible thing to bear, Pam, one of the worst of all punishments in this life.
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