Stars are beautiful, but they must not take an active part in anything, they must just look on forever. It is a punishment put on them for something they did so long ago that no star now knows what it was.
A safe but sometimes chilly way of recalling the past is to force open a crammed drawer. If you are searching for anything in particular you don't find it, but something falls out at the back that is often more interesting.
May God blast anyone who writes a biography of me.
To die will be an awfully big adventure.
Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.
Ghosts were created when the first man awoke in the night.
Girls are much too clever to fall out of their prams
Oh, the cleverness of me!
astonishing splashes of colour
I like well to be in the company of explorers
Can anything harm us, mother, after the night-lights are lit?" Nothing, precious," she said; "they are the eyes a mother leaves behind her to guard her children.
A house is never still in darkness to those who listen intently; there is a whispering in distant chambers, an unearthly hand presses the snib of the window, the latch rises. Ghosts were created when the first man awoke in the night.
We should be slower to think that the man at his worst is the real man, and certain that the better we are ourselves the less likely is he to be at his worst in our company. Every time he talks away his own character before us he is signifying contempt for ours.
You always know after you are two. Two is the beginning of the end.
I think one remains the same person throughout, merely passing, as it were, i these lapses of time from one room to another, but all in the same house.
Two is the beginning of the end.
He who distributes the milk of human kindness cannot help but spill a little on himself.
Never is an awfully long time.
She asked where he lived. Second to the right,' said Peter, 'and then straight on till morning.
Yet if he upbraided her in his hurry, it was to repent bitterly his temper the next, and to feel its effects more than she, temper being a weapon that we hold by the blade.
Oh the gladness of their gladness when they're glad, And the sadness of their sadness when they're sad; But the gladness of their gladness, and the sadness of their sadness, Are as nothing to their badness when they're bad
..children know such a lot now, they soon don't believe in fairies, and every time a child says, 'I don't believe in fairies,' there is a fairy somewhere that falls down dead.
asleep to rummage in their minds
She was a large woman who seemed not so much dressed as upholstered.
He was a poet; and they are never exactly grown-up.
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