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A. A. Milne (quotes)
- Tiggers don’t like honey.
- Tut, Tut, looks like rain
- Think it over, think it under.
- Brains first and then Hard Work.
- I just wanted to be sure of you.
- What I like doing best is Nothing.
- Life is so much friendlier with two.
- A fly can’t bird, but a bird can fly.
- Walking with her man, Lost in a dream.
- It looks like a bothering sort of day.
- Nobody can be uncheered with a balloon.
- It is impossible to win gracefully at chess.
- Let’s begin by taking a smallish nap or two.
- I did know once, only I’ve sort of forgotten.
- I do like a little bit of butter to my bread.
- No sensible author wants anything but praise.
- Nowhere can I think so happily as on a train.
- To the uneducated, an A is just three sticks.
- Don’t underestimate the value of doing nothing
- How sweet to be a Cloud. Floating in the Blue!
- Mind over matter, will make the Pooh unfatter.
- Weeds are flowers too, once you get to know them.
- Owl hasn’t exactly got Brain, but he Knows Things.
- Something feels funny. I must be thinking too hard.
- Some have brains, and some haven’t, and there it is.
- Some people care too much. I think it’s called love.
- We’ll be friends until forever, just you wait and see.
- Did you ever stop to think, and forget to start again?
- I knew when I met you an adventure was going to happen.
- Sometimes I sits and thinks, and sometimes I just sits.
- The more he looked inside the more Piglet wasn’t there.
- A pekingeese is not a pet dog; he is an undersized lion.
- It’s not much of a tail, but I’m sort of attached to it.
- I do remember, and then when I try to remember, I forget.
- Whatever fortune brings, don’t be afraid of doing things.
- And the only reason for making honey is so as I can eat it.
- A bear, however hard he tries, grows tubby without exercise.
- When you do the things that you can do, you will find a way.
- It is hard to be brave, when you’re only a Very Small Animal.
- People say nothing is impossible, but I do nothing every day.
- We can’t all and some of us don’t. That’s all there is to it.
- If you want to make a song more hummy, add a few tiddely poms.
- The things that make me different are the things that make me.
- For I am a bear of very little brain, and long words bother me.
- I used to believe in forever, but forever’s too good to be true
- Promise you won’t forget me, ever. Not even when I’m a hundred.
- Forever isn’t long at all, Christopher, as long as I’m with you.
- Never forget me, because if I thought you would, I’d never leave.
- Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there some day.
- The hardest part is what to leave behind, … It’s time to let go!
- How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.
- I have been Foolish and Deluded, and I am a Bear of No Brain at All.
- One of the advantages of being disorganized is the joy of discovery.
- There must be somebody there, because somebody must have said “Nobody.
- You will be better advised to watch what we do instead of what we say.
- I’m not lost for I know where I am. But however, where I am may be lost.
- James gave the huffle of a snail in danger. And nobody heard him at all.
- The spring has sprung, the grass is rizz. I wonder where them birdies is?
- Friendship,” said Christopher Robin, “is a very comforting thing to have.”
- Any day spent with you is my favorite day. So today is my new favorite day.
- Dig a little deeper. Think of something that we’ve never thought of before.
- “What day is it?” It’s today,” squeaked Piglet. My favorite day,” said Pooh.
- I was walking along looking for somebody, and then suddenly I wasn’t anymore.
- They’re funny things, Accidents. You never have them till you’re having them.
- A little consideration, a little thought for others, makes all the difference.
- Pooh,” said Rabbit kindly, “you haven’t any brain.” “I know,” said Pooh humbly.
- A day without a friend is like a pot without a single drop of honey left inside.
- Sometimes,’ said Pooh, ‘the smallest things take up the most room in your heart.
- No doubt Jack the Ripper excused himself on the grounds that it was human nature.
- Turn around, Piglet. Step lightly, Pooh. This silly ol’ dance is perfect for two.
- If one is to be called a liar, one may as well make an effort to deserve the name.
- Pay attention to where you are going because without meaning you might get nowhere.
- His dress told her nothing, but his face told her things which she was glad to know.
- We’ll be Friends Forever, won’t we, Pooh?’ asked Piglet. Even longer,’ Pooh answered.
- Golf is so popular simply because it is the best game in the world at which to be bad.
- I wonder what Piglet is doing,” thought Pooh. “I wish I were there to be doing it, too.”
- Piglet: “How do you spell ‘love’?” Winnie the Pooh: “You don’t spell it…you feel it.”
- Be sure to put the knocker fairly low on your door in case a very small friend drops by.
- So perhaps the best thing to do is to stop writing Introductions and get on with the book.
- Why does a silly bird go on saying “chiff-chaff” all day long? Is it happiness or hiccups?
- If a statement is untrue, it is not the more respectable because it has been said in Latin.
- A pipe in the mouth makes it clear that there has been no mistake-you are undoubtedly a man.
- A Proper Tea is much nicer than a Very Nearly Tea, which is one you forget about afterwards.
- He thought how sad it was to be an Animal who had never had a bunch of violets picked for him.
- What I say is that, if a man really likes potatoes, he must be a pretty decent sort of fellow.
- But now I am six. And I’m clever as clever. And now I think I’ll stay six now forever and ever.
- Hallo, Rabbit, he said, is that you? “Let’s pretend it isn’t, said Rabbit, and see what happens.
- Oh Tigger, where are your manners?” “I don’t know, but I bet they’re having more fun than I am.”
- One of the advantages of being disorderly is that one is constantly making exciting discoveries.
- My spelling is Wobbly. It’s good spelling but it Wobbles, and the letters get in the wrong places.
- Organizing is what you do before you do something, so that when you do it, it is not all mixed up.
- Almost anyone can be an author; the business is to collect money and fame from this state of being.
- This writing business. Pencils and what-not. Over-rated, if you ask me. Silly stuff. Nothing in it.
- Chess has this in common with making poetry; that the desire for it comes upon the amateur in gusts.
- If there ever comes a day when we can’t be together, keep me in your heart. I’ll stay there forever.
- It’s always useful to know where a friend-and-relation is, whether you want him or whether you don’t.
- Then would you read a Sustaining Book, such as would help and comfort a Wedged Bear in Great Tightness.
- When carrying a jar of honey to give to a friend for his birthday, don’t stop and eat it along the way.
- Come, come, come. Without a monster or two it’s not a quest, merely a gaggle of friends wandering about.
- I suppose this is the reason why diaries are so rarely kept nowadays- that nothing ever happens to anybody.
- When you see someone putting on his Big Boots, you can be pretty sure that an Adventure is going to happen.
- Before beginning a Hunt, it is wise to ask someone what you are looking for before you begin looking for it.
- Piglet noticed that even though he had a Very Small Heart, it could hold a rather large amount of Gratitude.
- It gets you nowhere if the other person’s tail is only just in sight for the second half of the conversation.
- Love is taking a few steps backward, maybe even more … to give way to the happiness of the person you love.
- Of beer, an enthusiast has said that it could never be bad, but that some brands might be better than others.
- She turned to the sunlight And shook her yellow head, And whispered to her neighbor: “Winter is dead.
- Bouncy trouncy flouncy pouncy fun fun fun fun fun. The most wonderful thing about tiggers is I’m the only one!
- If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day so I never have to live without you.
- And really, it wasn’t much good having anything exciting like floods, if you couldn’t share them with somebody.
- Always watch where you are going. Otherwise, you may step on a piece of the Forest that was left out by mistake.
- You can’t stay in your corner of the forest waiting for others to come to you. You have to go to them sometimes.
- For one person who dreams of making fifty thousand pounds, a hundred people dream of being left fifty thousand pounds.
- No brain at all, some of them [people], only grey fluff that’s blown into their heads by mistake, and they don’t Think.
- A quotation is a handy thing to have about, saving one the trouble of thinking for oneself, always a laborious business.
- Bores can be divided into two classes; those who have their own particular subject, and those who do not need a subject.
- Christopher Robin … just said it had an “x.”‘ ‘It isn’t their necks I mind,’ said Piglet earnestly. ‘It’s their teeth.
- If possible, try to find a way to come downstairs that doesn’t involve going bump, bump, bump, on the back of your head.
- Promise me you’ll always remember: You’re braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.
- When having a smackerel of something with a friend, don’t eat so much that you get stuck in the doorway trying to get out.
- I don’t feel very much like Pooh today,” said Pooh. “There there,” said Piglet. “I’ll bring you tea and honey until you do.
- It is a terrible thing for an author to have a lot of people running about his book without any invitation from him at all.
- And I’d say to myself as I looked so lazily down at the sea: There’s nobody else in the world, and the world was made for me.
- On Monday, when the sun is hot, I wonder to myself a lot. Now is it true, or is it not, that what is which and which is what?
- It is more fun to talk with someone who doesn’t use long, difficult words but rather short, easy words like “What about lunch?
- That’s right,” said Eeyore. “Sing. Umty-tiddly, umty-too. Here we go gathering Nuts and May. Enjoy yourself.” “I am,” said Pooh.
- They wanted to come in after the pounds”, explained Pooh, “so I let them. It’s the best way to write poetry, letting things come.
- Don’t underestimate the value of Doing Nothing, of just going along, listening to all the things you can’t hear, and not bothering.
- When late morning rolls around and you’re feeling a bit out of sorts, don’t worry; you’re probably just a little eleven o’clockish.
- What distinguishes Cambridge from Oxford, broadly speaking, is that nobody who has been to Cambridge feels impelled to write about it.
- On Tuesday, when it hails and snows, The feeling on me grows and grows That hardly anybody knows If those are these or these are those.
- But, of course, it isn’t really Good-bye, because the Forest will always be there… and anybody who is Friendly with Bears can find it.
- If the person you are talking to doesn’t appear to be listening, be patient. It may simply be that he has a small piece of fluff in his ear.
- Time is swift, it races by; Opportunities are born and die… Still you wait and will not try – A bird with wings who dares not rise and fly.
- Drinking your milk and talking at the same time may result in your having to be patted on the back and dried for quite a long time afterwords.
- There’s the South Pole, said Christopher Robin, and I expect there’s an East Pole and a West Pole, though people don’t like talking about them.
- Eeyore, the old grey donkey, stood by the side of the stream and looked at himself in the water. “Pathetic,” he said. “That’s what it is. Pathetic.”
- On Wednesday, when the sky is blue, and I have nothing else to do, I sometimes wonder if it’s true That who is what and what is who. Winnie-the-Pooh
- If there’s a buzzing-noise, somebody’s making a buzzing-noise, and the only reason for making a buzzing-noise that I know of is because you’re a bee.
- “Supposing a tree fell down, Pooh, when we were underneath it?’ ‘Supposing it didn’t,’ said Pooh after careful thought. Piglet was comforted by this.
- It is impossible to win gracefully at chess. No man has yet said “Mate!” in a voice which failed to sound to his opponent bitter, boastful and malicious.
- Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind. “Pooh?” he whispered. “Yes, Piglet?” “Nothing,” said Piglet, taking Pooh’s hand. “I just wanted to be sure of you.”
- And by and by Christopher Robin came to the end of things, and he was silent, and he sat there, looking out over the world, just wishing it wouldn’t stop.
- Just because an animal is large, it doesn’t mean he doesn’t want kindness; however big Tigger seems to be, remember that he wants as much kindness as Roo.
- When stuck in the river, it is best to dive and swim to the bank yourself before someone drops a large stone on your chest in an attempt to hoosh you there.
- If you were a cloud, and sailed up there, You’d sail on water as blue as air, And you’d see me here in the fields and say: ‘Doesn’t the sky look green today?
- Wherever they go, and whatever happens to them on the way, in that enchanted place on the top of the forest, a little boy and his Bear will always be playing.
- But Piglet is so small that he slips into a pocket, where it is very comfortable to feel him when you are not quite sure whether twice seven is twelve or twenty-two.
- If you were a bird, and lived on high, You’d lean on the wind when the wind came by, You’d say to the wind when it took you away: ‘That’s where I wanted to go today!
- Tell the innocent visitor from another world that two people were killed at Serajevo, and that the best that Europe could do about it was to kill eleven million more.
- When you are pretty sure that an Adventure is going to happen, brush the honey off your nose and spruce yourself up as best you can, so as to look Ready for Anything.
- But it isn’t easy,’ said Pooh. ‘Because Poetry and Hums aren’t things which you get, they’re things which get you. And all you can do is to go where they can find you.
- Sometimes, if you stand on the bottom rail of a bridge and lean over to watch the river slipping slowly away beneath you, you will suddenly know everything there is to be known.
- I don’t see much sense in that,” said Rabbit. “No,” said Pooh humbly, “there isn’t. But there was going to be when I began it. It’s just that something happened to it along the way.
- You can’t help respecting anybody who can spell TUESDAY, even if he doesn’t spell it right; but spelling isn’t everything. There are days when spelling Tuesday simply doesn’t count.
- Oh, Eeyore, you are wet! said Piglet, feeling him. Eeyore shook himself, and asked somebody to explain to Piglet what happened when you had been inside a river for quite a long time.
- “It’s snowing still,” said Eeyore gloomily. “So it is.” “And freezing.” “Is it?” “Yes,” said Eeyore. “However,” he said, brightening up a little, “we haven’t had an earthquake lately.
- Well, said Owl, the customary procedure in such cases is as follows. What does Crustimoney Proseedcake mean? said Pooh. For I am a Bear of Very Little Brain, and long words Bother me.
- I suppose that every one of us hopes secretly for immortality; to leave, I mean, a name behind him which will live forever in this world, whatever he may be doing, himself, in the next.
- There was once an old sailor my grandfather knew, Who had so many things which he wanted to do That, whenever he thought it was time to begin, He couldn’t because of the state he was in.
- The Dormouse looked out, and he said with a sigh: “I suppose all these people know better than I. It was silly, perhaps, but I did like the view Of geraniums (red) and delphiniums (blue).
- Owl,’ said Rabbit shortly, ‘you and I have brains. The others have fluff. If there is easy thinking to be done in this Forest – and when I say thinking I mean thinking – you and I must do it.
- The average man finds life very uninteresting as it is. And I think the reason why is that he is always waiting for something to happen to him instead of setting to work to make things happen
- To her- Hand in hand we come Christopher Robin and I To lay this book in your lap. Say you’re surprised? Say you like it? Say it’s just what you wanted? Because it’s yours- because we love you.
- Food is a subject of conversation more spiritually refreshing even than the weather, for the number of possible remarks about the weather is limited, whereas of food you can talk on and on and on.
- The third-rate mind is only happy when it is thinking with the majority. The second-rate mind is only happy when it is thinking with the minority. The first-rate mind is only happy when it is thinking.
- Ideas may drift into other minds, but they do not drift my way. I have to go and fetch them. I know no work manual or mental to equal the appalling heart-breaking anguish of fetching an idea from nowhere.
- And if anyone knows anything about anything,” said Bear to himself, “it’s Owl who knows something about something,” he said, “or my name’s not Winnie-the-Pooh,” he said. “which it is,” he added. “so there you are.”
- Pooh looked at his two paws. He knew that one of them was the right, and he knew that when you had decided which one of them was the right, then the other one was the left, but he never could remember how to begin.
- It was a drowsy summer afternoon, and the Forest was full of gentle sounds, which all seemed to be saying to Pooh, ‘Don’t listen to Rabbit, listen to me.’ So he got in a comfortable position for not listening to Rabbit.
- When you are a Bear of Very Little Brain, and you Think of Things, you find sometimes that a Thing which seemed very Thingish inside you is quite different when it gets out into the open and has other people looking at it.
- If the English language had been properly organized … then there would be a word which meant both ‘he’ and ‘she’, and I could write, ‘If John or Mary comes heesh will want to play tennis’, which would save a lot of trouble.
- The Old Testament is responsible for more atheism, agnosticism, disbelief – call it what you will – than any book ever written; it has emptied more churches than all the counterattractions of cinema, motor bicycle and golf course.
- And how are you?” said Winnie-the-Pooh. Eeyore shook his head from side to side. “Not very how,” he said. “I don’t seem to have felt at all how for a long time.” “Dear, dear,” said Pooh, “I’m sorry about that. Let’s have a look at you.
- I suppose that by this time they had finished their dressing. Roger Scurvilegs tells us nothing on such important matters; no doubt from modesty. “Next morning they rose,” he says, and disappoints us of a picture of Udo brushing his hair.
- I’ll give you three guesses, Rabbit. Digging holes in the ground? Wrong. Leaping from branch to branch of a young oak tree? Wrong. Waiting for somebody to help me out of the river? Right. Give Rabbit time, and he’ll always get the answer.
- In the quiet hours when we are alone and there is nobody to tell us what fine fellows we are, we come sometimes upon a moment in which we wonder, not how much money we are earning, nor how famous we have become, but what good we are doing.
- There are some people who begin the Zoo at the beginning, called WAYIN, and walk as quickly as they can past every cage until they get to the one called WAYOUT, but the nicest people go straight to the animal they love the most, and stay there.
- Wherever I am, there’s always Pooh, There’s always Pooh and Me. Whatever I do, he wants to do, “Where are you going today?” says Pooh: “Well, that’s very odd ‘cos I was too. Let’s go together,” says Pooh, says he. “Let’s go together,” says Pooh.
- Did I miss?” you asked. “You didn’t exactly miss,” said Pooh, “But you missed the balloon.” “I’m so sorry,” you said, and you fired again, and this time you hit the balloon and the air came slowly out, and Winnie-the-Pooh floated down to the ground.
- Piglet opened the letter box and climbed in. Then, having untied himself, he began to squeeze into the slit, through which in the old days when front doors were front doors, many an unexpected letter than WOL had written to himself, had come slipping.
- I might have known, said Eeyore. After all, one can’t complain. I have my friends. Somebody spoke to me only yesterday. And was it last week or the week before that Rabbit bumped into me and said ‚ÄòBother!’. The Social Round. Always something going on.
- Don’t talk anybody, don’t come near! Can’t you see the fish might hear? He thinks I’m playing with a piece of string; He thinks I’m another sort of funny thing, But he doesn’t know I’m fishing – He doesn’t know I’m fishing. That’s what I’m doing – Fishing.
- Well,” said Pooh, “what I like best,” and then he had to stop and think. Because although Eating Honey was a very good thing to do, there was a moment just before you began to eat it which was better than when you were, but he didn’t know what it was called.
- In a very little time they got to the corner of the field by the side of the pine wood where Eeyore’s house wasn’t any longer. ‘There!’ said Eeyore. ‘Not a stick of it left! Of course, I’ve still got all this snow to do what I like with. One mustn’t complain.
- If ever there is tomorrow when we’re not together… there is something you must always remember. You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. But the most important thing is, even if we’re apart… I’ll always be with you.
- Owl explained about the Necessary Dorsal Muscles. He had explained this to Pooh and Christopher Robin once before and had been waiting for a chance to do it again, because it is a thing you can easily explain twice before anybody knows what you are talking about.
- When I was One, I had just begun. When I was Two, I was nearly new. When I was Three I was hardly me. When I was Four, I was not much more. When I was Five, I was just alive. But now I am Six, I’m as clever as clever, So I think I’ll be six now for ever and ever.
- If people ask me, I always tell them: “Quite well, thank you, I’m very glad to say.” If people ask me, I always answer, “Quite well, thank you, how are you today?” I always answer, I always tell them, If they ask me Politely… BUT SOMETIMES I wish That they wouldn’t
- You gave me Christopher Robin, and then You breathed new life in Pooh. Whatever of each has left my pen Goes homing back to you. My book is ready, and comes to greet The mother it longs to see — It would be my present to you, my sweet, If it weren’t your gift to me.
- WHERE did you say it was?’ asked Pooh. Just here,’ said Eeyore. Made of sticks?’ Yes’ Oh!’ said Piglet. What?’ said Eeyore. I just said “Oh!”‘ said Piglet nervously. And so as to seem quite at ease he hummed Tiddely-pom once or twice in a what-shall-we-do-now kind of way.
- The difficulty in the way of writing a children’s play is that Barrie was born too soon. Many people must have felt the same about Shakespeare. We who came later have no chance. What fun to have been Adam, and to have had the whole world of plots and jokes and stories at one’s disposal.
- When you wake up in the morning, Pooh,” said Piglet at last, “what’s the first thing you say to yourself?” “What’s for breakfast?” said Pooh. “What do you say, Piglet?” “I say, I wonder what’s going to happen exciting today?” said Piglet. Pooh nodded thoughtfully. “It’s the same thing,” he said.
- Christopher Robin was sitting outside his door, putting on his Big Boots. As soon as he saw the Big Boots, Pooh knew that an Adventure was going to happen, and he brushed the honey off his nose with the back of his paw, and spruced himself up as well as he could, so as to look ready for Anything.
- Piglet was so excited at the idea of being Useful that he forgot to be frightened any more, and when Rabbit went on to say that Kangas were only Fierce during the winter months, being at other times of an Affectionate Disposition, he could hardly sit still, he was so eager to begin being useful at once.
- When we asked Pooh what the opposite of an Introduction was, he said “The what of a what?” which didn’t help us as much as we had hoped, but luckily Owl kept his head and told us that the Opposite of an Introduction, my dear Pooh, was a Contradiction; and, as he is very good at long words, I am sure that that’s what it is.
- So – here I am in the dark alone, There’s nobody here to see; I think to myself, I play to myself, And nobody knows what I say to myself; Here I am in the dark alone, What is it going to be? I can think whatever I like to think, I can play whatever I like to play, I can laugh whatever I like to laugh, There’s nobody here but me.
- Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he feels that there really is another way, if only he could stop bumping for a moment and think of it. And then he feels that perhaps there isn’t.
- Christopher Robin was home by this time, because it was the afternoon, and he was so glad to see them that they stayed there until very nearly tea-time, and then they had a Very Nearly tea, which is one you forget about afterwards, and hurried on to Pooh Corner, so as to see Eeyore before it was too late to have a Proper Tea with Owl.
- She also considered very seriously what she would look like in a little cottage in the middle of the forest, dressed in a melancholy gray and holding communion only with the birds and trees; a life of retirement away from the vain world; a life into which no man came. It had its attractions, but she decided that gray did not suit her.
- Now then, Pooh,” said Christopher Robin, “where’s your boat?” “I ought to say,” explained Pooh as they walked down to the shore of the island, “that it isn’t just an ordinary sort of boat. Sometimes it’s a Boat, and sometimes it’s more of an Accident. It all depends.” “Depends on what?” “On whether I’m on the top of it or underneath it.”
- The old grey donkey, Eeyore stood by himself in a thistly corner of the Forest, his front feet well apart, his head on one side, and thought about things. Sometimes he thought sadly to himself, “Why?” and sometimes he thought, “Wherefore?” and sometimes he thought, “Inasmuch as which?” and sometimes he didn’t quite know what he was thinking about.
- Good morning, Eeyore,” said Pooh. “Good morning, Pooh Bear,” said Eeyore gloomily. “If it is a good morning, which I doubt,” said he. “Why, what’s the matter?” “Nothing, Pooh Bear, nothing. We can’t all, and some of us don’t. That’s all there is to it.” “Can’t all what?” said Pooh, rubbing his nose. “Gaiety. Song-and-dance. Here we go round the mulberry bush.
- Halfway down the stairs, is a stair, where I sit. There isn’t any, other stair, quite like, it. I’m not at the bottom, I’m not at the top; So this is the stair, where, I always, stop. Halfway up the stairs, isn’t up, and isn’t down. It isn’t in the nursery, it isn’t in the town. And all sorts of funny thoughts, run round my head: It isn’t really anywhere! It’s somewhere else instead!
- So he started to climb out of the hole. He pulled with his front paws, and pushed with his back paws, and in a little while his nose was in the open again … and then his ears … and then his front paws … and then his shoulders … and then-‘Oh, help!’ said Pooh, ‘I’d better go back,’ ‘Oh bother!’ said Pooh, ‘I shall have to go on.’ ‘I can’t do either!’ said Pooh, ‘Oh help and bother!
- What I like doing best is Nothing.” “How do you do Nothing,” asked Pooh after he had wondered for a long time. “Well, it’s when people call out at you just as you’re going off to do it, ‘What are you going to do, Christopher Robin?’ and you say, ‘Oh, Nothing,’ and then you go and do it. It means just going along, listening to all the things you can’t hear, and not bothering.” “Oh!” said Pooh.
- The other day I met a man who didn’t know where Tripoli was. Tripoli happened to come into the conversation, and he was evidently at a loss. “Let’s see,” he said. “Tripoli is just down by the – er – you know. What’s the name of that place?” “That’s right,” I answered, “just opposite, Thingumabob. I could show you in a minute on a map. It’s near – what do they call it?” At this moment the train stopped, and I got out and went straight home to look at my atlas.
- By the time it came to the edge of the Forest, the stream had grown up, so that it was almost a river, and, being grown-up, it did not run and jump and sparkle along as it used to do when it was younger, but moved more slowly. For it knew now where it was going, and it said to itself, There is no hurry. We shall get there some day. But all the little streams higher up in the Forest went this way and that, quickly, eagerly, having so much to find out before it was too late.
- Pooh hasn’t much Brain, but he never comes to any harm. He does silly things and they turn out right. There’s Owl. Owl hasn’t exactly got Brain, but he Knows Things. He would know the Right Thing to Do when Surrounded by Water. There’s Rabbit. He hasn’t Learnt in Books, but he can always Think of a Clever Plan. There’s Kanga. She isn’t Clever, Kanga isn’t, but she would be so anxious about Roo that she would do a Good Thing to Do without thinking about it. And then there’s Eeyore. And Eeyore is so miserable anyhow that he wouldn’t mind about this.
- But [Pooh] couldn’t sleep. The more he tried to sleep the more he couldn’t. He tried counting Sheep, which is sometimes a good way of getting to sleep, and, as that was no good, he tried counting Heffalumps. And that was worse. Because every Heffalump that he counted was making straight for a pot of Pooh’s honey, and eating it all. For some minutes he lay there miserably, but when the five hundred and eighty-seventh Heffalump was licking its jaws, and saying to itself, “Very good honey this, I don’t know when I’ve tasted better,” Pooh could bear it no longer.
- That’s right. You’ll like Owl. He flew past a day or two ago and noticed me. He didn’t actually say anything, mind you, but he knew it was me. Very friendly of him. Encouraging.” Pooh and Piglet shuffled about a little and said, “Well, good-bye, Eeyore” as lingeringly as they could, but they had a long way to go, and wanted to be getting on. “Good-bye,” said Eeyore. “Mind you don’t get blown away, little Piglet. You’d be missed. People would say `Where’s little Piglet been blown to?’ — really wanting to know. Well, good-bye. And thank you for happening to pass me.
- Whereas men of an older school, like myself, smoke for the pleasure of smoking, men of this school smoke for the pleasure of pipe-owning-of selecting which of their many white-spotted pipes they will fill with their specially blended tobacco, of filling the one so chosen, of lighting it, of taking it from the mouth to gaze lovingly at the white spot and thus letting it go out, of lighting it again and letting it go out again, of polishing it up with their own special polisher and putting it to bed, and then the pleasure of beginning all over again with another white-spotted one.
