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.
ENID BLYTONWell, 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!
More Enid Blyton Quotes
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A clown needn’t be the same out of the ring as he has to be when he’s in it. If you look at photographs of clowns when they’re just being ordinary men, they’ve got quite sad faces.
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The best way to treat obstacles is to use them as stepping-stones.
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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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It wasn’t a bit of good fighting grown-ups. They could do exactly as they liked.
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I think people make their own faces, as they grow.
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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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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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Writing for children is an art in itself, and a most interesting one.
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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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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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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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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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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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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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Leave something for someone but dont leave someone for something.
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