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.
ENID BLYTONI think people make their own faces, as they grow.
More Enid Blyton Quotes
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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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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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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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Laugh at them, tread on them, and let them lead you to something better.
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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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Well, you know what grown-ups are,’ said Dinah. ‘They don’t think the same way as we do.
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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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