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W hen wits and wine and friends have met
And laughter crowns the festive hour
In vain I struggle to forget
Still does my hesrt confess thy power”

Edgar Allan Poe

If you look the right way, you can see that the whole world is a garden.”

Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden

Lovers pluck off the leaves, and as they pluck each leaf, they ask a question about their lovers; thus: “Does he or she love me?—Ardently? Distractedly? Very much? A little? Not at all?” and so on.”

Hans Christian Andersen, The Butterfly

And the smallest bright specks playing at hide and seek in the sky all night, must surely be the children of the stars.”

Charles Dickens, A child’s dream of a star

One feather is of no use to me, I must have the whole bird.”

Brothers Grimm, The Golden Bird

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.”

A.A. Milne, Winnie the Pooh

There should be a place where only the things you want to happen, happen.”

Maurice Sendak, Where the Wild Things Are

Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there some day.”

A.A. Milne, Winnie the Pooh

One day,” you said to me, “I saw the sunset forty-four times!”

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The little prince

Oh, please don’t go—we’ll eat you up—we love you so!”

Maurice Sendak, Where the Wild Things Are

Rose did not care about the moon, she liked stars. Once some one told her that the stars were round and she wished that they had not told her.”

Gertrude Stein, The World is Round

And she gave him the name Hans. “Hans my hedgehog,” she called him. Yes, the mother loved her baby all right. But not everybody did.”

Grimm Brothers’s fairy tales, Hans My Hedgehog

He allowed himself to be swayed by his conviction that human beings are not born once and for all on the day their mothers give birth to them, but that life obliges them over and over again to give birth to themselves.”

Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Love in the Time of Cholera

Here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.”

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The little prince

Everybody should be quiet near a little stream and listen”

Ruth Krauss, Open House for Butterflies

Do you suppose that Rose is a rose
If her favorite color is blue”

Gertrude Stein, The World is Round

It’s a pity that exciting things always stop happening when you’re not afraid of them anymore and would like to have a little fun.”

Tove Jansson, Moominland Midwinter

Then little Gerda wept hot tears, which fell on his breast, and penetrated into his heart, and thawed the lump of ice, and washed away the little piece of glass which had stuck there.”

Hans Christian Andersen, The Snow Queen

So the leaf swam away with her farther and farther, till it brought her to other lands. A graceful little white butterfly constantly fluttered round her and at last alighted on the leaf.”

Hans Christian Andersen, Little Thumbelina

So this is love. So this is what makes life divine. I’m all aglow”

The Brothers Grimm, Cinderella

There was always a flight of tiny creatures – little crabs, squid, and even some weeds, light and filmy, and coral plants – that broke from the sea and ended up on the Moon, hanging down from that lime-white ceiling”

Italo Calvino, Cosmicomics – The Distance of the Moon

And when he was tired, he would sleep in her shade”

Shel Silverstein, The Giving Tree

If the sleeper is not carried away from the scent of the flowers, he sleeps on and on forever.”

L. Frank Baum, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz

Do you know, I always thought unicorns were fabulous monsters, too? I never saw one alive before!”

“Well, now that we have seen each other”, said the unicorn, “if you’ll believe in me, i’ll believe in you.”

Lewis Carroll, Through the looking-glass

Good-night, good-night! Parting is such sweet sorrow
That I shall say good-night till it be morrow.”

William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

The moment you doubt whether you can fly, you cease for ever to be able to do it.”

J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan