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The Journal of Beatrix Potter from 1881-1897 Quotes
The Journal of Beatrix Potter from 1881-1897
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“Tuesday, November 17th. 1896
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I remember I used to half believe and wholly play with fairies when I was a child. What heaven can be more real than to retain the spirit-world of childhood, tempered and balanced by knowledge and common-sense.”
― The Journal of Beatrix Potter from 1881-1897
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I remember I used to half believe and wholly play with fairies when I was a child. What heaven can be more real than to retain the spirit-world of childhood, tempered and balanced by knowledge and common-sense.”
― The Journal of Beatrix Potter from 1881-1897
“The place is changed now, and many familiar faces are gone, but the greatest change is myself. I was a child then, I had no idea what the world would be like. I wished to trust myself on the waters and the sea. Everything was romantic in my imagination. The woods were peopled by the mysterious good folk. The Lords and Ladies of the last century walked with me along the overgrown paths, and picked the old fashioned flowers among the box and rose hedges of the garden.”
― The Journal of Beatrix Potter from 1881-1897
― The Journal of Beatrix Potter from 1881-1897
“Friday, March 28th. 1884
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I am afraid grandmamma Potter will be disappointed, and I very much wished to go, but it is the last chance of seeing the old house. Not that I look forward to that as an unmixed pleasure.
I have a very pleasant recollection of it, which I fear may be changed. I have now seen longer passages and higher halls. The rooms will look cold and empty, the passage I used to patter along so kindly on the way to bed will no longer seem dark and mysterious, and, above all, the kind voice which cheered the house is silent forever.
It is six or seven years since I have been there, but I remember it like yesterday. The pattern of the door-mat, the pictures on the old music-box, the sound of the rocking-horse as it swung, the engravings on the stair, the smell of the Indian corn, and the feeling of plunging one's hands into the bin, the hooting of the turkeys and the quick flutter of the fantail's wings. I would not have it changed.”
― The Journal of Beatrix Potter from 1881-1897
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I am afraid grandmamma Potter will be disappointed, and I very much wished to go, but it is the last chance of seeing the old house. Not that I look forward to that as an unmixed pleasure.
I have a very pleasant recollection of it, which I fear may be changed. I have now seen longer passages and higher halls. The rooms will look cold and empty, the passage I used to patter along so kindly on the way to bed will no longer seem dark and mysterious, and, above all, the kind voice which cheered the house is silent forever.
It is six or seven years since I have been there, but I remember it like yesterday. The pattern of the door-mat, the pictures on the old music-box, the sound of the rocking-horse as it swung, the engravings on the stair, the smell of the Indian corn, and the feeling of plunging one's hands into the bin, the hooting of the turkeys and the quick flutter of the fantail's wings. I would not have it changed.”
― The Journal of Beatrix Potter from 1881-1897
“beg to state I intend to pick up everything I find which is not too heavy.”
― The Journal of Beatrix Potter from 1881 to 1897
― The Journal of Beatrix Potter from 1881 to 1897
