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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| d2842db | them. | E. Nesbit | ||
| f4b89b5 | It seemed to her that the only way would be to climb on to the engine and pull at their coats. The step was high, but she got her knee on it, and clambered into the cab; she stumbled and fell on hands and knees on the base of the great heap of coals that led up to the square opening in the tender. The engine was not above the weaknesses of its fellows; it was making a great deal more noise than there was the slightest need for. And just as .. | E. Nesbit | ||
| 74253fe | Don't you know a Sand-fairy when you see one?" It looked so grieved and hurt that Jane hastened to say, "Of course I see you are, now. It's quite plain now one comes to look at you." "You came to look at me, several sentences ago," | E. Nesbit | ||
| 8adeaa7 | The Baby said, 'Wanty go walky'; and the fly stopped with a last rattle and jolt. | E. Nesbit | ||
| 9e4ab6c | I see. Certainly. It would be nice to put his name on the buns with pink sugar, wouldn't it?" "Perks," said Peter, "it's not a pretty name." "His other name's Albert," said Phyllis; "I asked him once." "We might put A. P.," said Mother; "I'll show you how when the day comes." This" | E. Nesbit | ||
| 52ca459 | Oh!" said Roberta, drawing a long breath; "it was like a great dragon tearing by. Did you feel it fan us with its hot wings?" "I suppose a dragon's lair might look very like that tunnel from the outside," said Phyllis." | E. Nesbit | ||
| f475a13 | Besides, it is wrong to be angry with people for not being so clever as you are yourself. It is not always their faults. | E. Nesbit | ||
| 8829890 | Avarice, | E. Nesbit | ||
| 9130030 | We haven't really got anything worth having for our wishes.' 'We've had things happening,' said Robert; 'that's always something.' 'It's not enough, unless they're the right things,' said Cyril firmly. | E Nesbit | ||
| 851102d | Did it really, | E. Nesbit | ||
| 1105e38 | But it's raining cats and dogs,' said Jane. | E. Nesbit | ||
| 074e0b3 | The ones I got are all right,' Jane said; 'I know they are, because the man at the shop said they were worth thribble the money-' 'I'm sure thribble isn't grammar,' Anthea said. 'Of course it isn't,' said Cyril; 'one word can't be grammar all by itself, so you needn't be so jolly clever. | E. Nesbit | ||
| f9b92bd | It has been said that all roads lead to Rome; this may be true, but at any rate, in early youth I am quite sure that many roads lead to BED, and stop there-or YOU do. | E. Nesbit | ||
| 2597e6e | In jalousie I rede eek thou hym byndeAnd thou shalt make him couche as doeth a quaille. | Birds | ||
| 42765bb | They didn't know being dead is only being asleep, and you're bound to wake up somewhere or other, either where you go to sleep or some better place. | E. Nesbit | ||
| 7d08b97 | But I acquired the habit of laying my egg and burning myself every five hundred years-and you know how difficult it is to break yourself of a habit. | E. Nesbit | ||
| 08db6db | He had an engine that he loved With all his heart and soul, And if he had a wish on earth It was to keep it whole. One day--my friends, prepare your minds; I'm coming to the worst-- Quite suddenly a screw went mad, And then the boiler burst! With gloomy face he picked it up And took it to his Mother, Though even he could not suppose That she could make another; For those who perished on the line He did not seem to care, His engine being mor.. | E. Nesbit | ||
| 9fc5aa2 | It was to keep it whole. | E. Nesbit | ||
| 7ac0738 | Don't ask me no questions and I won't tell you no lies," the red-headed Ruth replied. "You'll know soon enough." Late" | E. Nesbit | ||
| 3b9918c | I have often thought that if the people who write books for children knew a little more it would be better. I shall not tell you anything about us except what I should like to know about if I was reading the story and you were writing it. Albert's uncle says I ought to have put this in the preface, but I never read prefaces, and it is not much good writing things just for people to skip. I wonder other authors have never thought of this. | E. Nesbit | ||
| 7977561 | How many miles to Babylon? Three score and ten! Can I get there by candle light? Yes, and back again! | inspirational | E. Nesbit | |
| d66a216 | even the most careful persons make mistakes sometimes--and she must have taken the wrong omnibus, or this story could never have happened, and where should we all have been then? | E. Nesbit | ||
| af2fe20 | Tehat vegul is azt hiszem, a konyv eredeti cime, a How to be a Woman kicsit felrevezeto. A botladozo, remiszto es csodalatos evek alatt vegig azt hittem, hogy amit akarok, az, hogy nove valjak. Germaine Greer, Elizabeth Taylor, E. Nesbit, Courtney Love, Jilly Cooper es Lady Gaga valamifele mesebe illo otvozete. Hogy valamikeppen elsajatitsam a noi let misztikus muveszetet, es vegul varazsereju eszmenykepe legyek mindazoknak a dolgoknak, ame.. | Caitlin Moran | ||
| 53e83d1 | Q. Where shall we go? A. To the railway. | E. Nesbit | ||
| fb0bbe1 | over smooth, | E. Nesbit | ||
| 5de8ead | He said that his eyes were red because he had a cold. | E. Nesbit | ||
| 84f3a17 | badly, in a sort of way, because you hadn't the sense to wish for what was good for you. But this charm's quite different. I haven't GOT to do this for you, it's just my own generous | E. Nesbit | ||
| 453da84 | feathers, and a shield and a lance and a sword. His armor and his weapons were all, I am almost sure, of quite different periods. The shield was thirteenth century, while the sword was of the pattern used in the Peninsular War. The cuirass was of the time of Charles I., and the helmet dated from the Second Crusade. The arms on the shield were very grand--three red running lions on a blue ground. The tents were of the latest brand approved o.. | E. Nesbit | ||
| d680c49 | With gloomy face he picked it up And took it to his Mother, Though even he could not suppose That she could make another; For those who perished on the line He did not seem to care, His engine being more to him Than all the people there. And now you see the reason why Our Peter has been ill: He soothes his soul with pigeon-pie His gnawing grief to kill. He wraps himself in blankets warm And sleeps in bed till late, Determined thus to overco.. | E. Nesbit | ||
| 4860e44 | more. | E. Nesbit | ||
| f77fbdc | The Gentle Reader may perhaps have suffered from this difficulty.) | Edith Nesbit | ||
| 0a360f6 | Perhaps she did more than anyone else, for she slapped the King and put him to bed without his tea, | E. Nesbit | ||
| 2a64128 | When the next Saturday came around everyone was a little nervous, but the Red Dragon was pretty quiet that day and only ate an Orphanage. | E. Nesbit | ||
| b8bddec | blossom | E. Nesbit | ||
| 0e9bd6a | laburnum. | E. Nesbit | ||
| 8e392b5 | it is wrong to be angry with people for not being so clever as you are yourself. It is not always their faults. | E. Nesbit | ||
| 4f8b551 | One day Peter was going down to the village to get buns to celebrate the sensibleness of the Editor of the Children's Globe, when he met the Station Master. Peter felt very uncomfortable, for he had now had time to think over the affair of the coal-mine. He did not like to say "Good morning" to the Station Master, as you usually do to anyone you meet on a lonely road, because he had a hot feeling, which spread even to his ears, that the Sta.. | E. Nesbit | ||
| 07020ba | An honest fellow enough, and one that loves quails. | Birds | ||
| 43ccbb9 | he said:-- "I don't want you to be polite to me if you don't know me when you see me." "Eh?" said the Station Master. "I thought perhaps you didn't know it was me that took the coals," Peter went on, "when you said 'Good morning.' But it was, and I'm sorry. There." "Why," said the Station Master, "I wasn't thinking anything at all about the precious coals. Let bygones be bygones. And where were you off to in such a hurry?" | E. Nesbit | ||
| dacd5b1 | Well, you're to stay here and be my little boy till we find out where father is. We shall let the police know. They're sure to find him." "The pleece!" Dickie cried in horror. "Why, father, 'e ain't done nothing." "No, no, of course not," said the lady in a hurry; "but the police know all sorts of things--about where people are, I know, and what they're doing--even when they haven't done anything." "The pleece knows a jolly sight too much,".. | E. Nesbit | ||
| d45e61f | I am tired of calling Roberta by her name. I don't see why I should. No one else did. Everyone else called her Bobbie, and I don't see why I shouldn't.) | Edith Nesbit | ||
| 3a70744 | Peter was not on the railings either, as usual. He was standing in front of them in an attitude like that of a show-man showing off the animals in a menagerie, or of the kind clergyman when he points with a wand at the 'Scenes from Palestine,' when there is a magic-lantern and he is explaining it. | E. Nesbit | ||
| a839bf3 | minutes, | E. Nesbit | ||
| e089f21 | this dire emergency, to meet only the beautiful eyes of perfect strangers, instead of the merry, friendly, commonplace, twinkling, jolly little eyes of its own brothers and sisters. "This is most truly awful," said Cyril when he had tried to lift up the Lamb, and the Lamb had scratched like a cat and bellowed like a bull. "We've got to make friends with him! I can't carry him home screaming like that. Fancy having to make friends with our o.. | E. Nesbit |