I think people make their own faces, as they grow.
Enid BlytonEnid Blyton 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 BlytonEnid Blyton I wonder where you got that idea from? I mean, the idea that it’s feeble to change your mind once it’s made up. That’s a wrong idea, you know.
Enid BlytonEnid Blyton 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.
Enid BlytonEnid Blyton 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!
Enid BlytonEnid Blyton Remorse is a terrible thing to bear, Pam, one of the worst of all punishments in this life.
Enid BlytonEnid Blyton 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.
Enid BlytonEnid Blyton All the children stood and gazed at it, loving it and longing to go to it. It looked so secret – almost magic.
Enid BlytonEnid Blyton You’re trying to escape from your difficulties, and there never is any escape from difficulties, never. They have to be faced and fought.
Enid BlytonEnid Blyton Writing for children is an art in itself, and a most interesting one.
Enid BlytonEnid Blyton Life is a journey through the sea between the Islands of birth and success.
AurthurAurthur There are times when god speaks. You might not hear the words, but you’ll see. You’ll see.
Sonya TeclaiSonya Teclai For in the wild I feel the safest where the thorns of the invisible hand can not prick me.
Raha ArazRaha Araz I tried to write you something uplifting but I could only see grey.
Carmen AmadosCarmen Amados I want to spend the rest of my coffee’s with you.
Jessica PickardJessica Pickard Never again will I give, give myself to those who refuse to see my fire.
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