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One must use the night.
My bag was as light as my happy-go-lucky heart.
He didn't remember, he didn't worry, he just was.
It was a particularly good evening to begin a book.
Maybe my passion is nothing special, but at least it's mine.
You can't ever be really free if you admire somebody too much.
For a while she considered being ill, but she changed her mind.
I'll have to calm down a bit. Or else I'll burst with happiness
One makes a trip by day, but by night one sets out on a journey.
One makes a trip by day, but by night, one sets out on a journey.
It's risky to talk about one's most secret dreams a bit too early.
Storms probably exist only because after them we can have a sunrise.
You can't always be friendly. It's impossible, there isn't the time.
One has to discover everything for oneself. And get over it all alone.
Making a journey by night is more wonderful than anything in the world.
I don't want to hear about them any more. I could vomit on the Moomintrolls.
Everything's much too big here,' thought Moominmamma. 'Or perhaps I'm too small.
All things are so very uncertain, and that's exactly what makes me feel reassured.
You must go on a long journey before you can really find out how wonderful home is.
One can't be too dangerous, if they like to eat pancakes. Especially with jam on it.
I wonder if the nursery and the chamber of horrors are as far apart as people think?
Someone who eats pancakes and jam can't be so awfully dangerous. You can talk to him.
There's no need to imagine that you're a wondrous beauty, because that's what you are.
Everyone must imagine his own snakes because no one else's snakes can ever be as awful.
...now and then a giggling trail of mermaids appeared in our wake. We fed them oatmeal.
I need to write down my observations. Even the tiniest ones; they're the most important.
Those damn Moomins. I don't want to hear about them any more. I could vomit on the Moomintrolls.
The hemulen woke up slowly and recognised himself and wished he had been someone he didn't know.
Dogs are mute and obedient, but they have watched us and know us and can smell how pitiful we are.
But he thought all the strange words were beautiful, and he had never had a book of his own before.
I love borders. August is the border between summer and autumn; it is the most beautiful month I know.
I mean, anyone can let Danger out but the really clever thing is finding somewhere for it to go afterwards.
Sometimes it's better to look at things than own them... owning means anxiety and lots of bags to carry around.
The thing about God, she thought, is that He usually does help, but not until you've made an effort on your own.
Nothing is as peaceful as when Christmas is over, when one has been forgiven for everything and can be normal again.
Smell is important. It reminds a person of all the things he's been through; it is a sheath of memories and security.
It looks rather ordinary," said the Snork. "Unless you consider that a top hat is always somewhat extraordinary, of course.
One ought to have the right to have a secret and to spring it as a surprise. But if you live inside a family you have neither.
Most of the people are homesick anyway, and a little lonely, and they hide themselves in their hair and are turned into flowers.
A very long time ago, Grandmother had wanted to tell about all the things they did, but no one had bothered to ask. And now she had lost the urge.
Why are you in such a rush?" Sophia asked, and her grandmother answered that it was a good idea to do things before you forgot that they had to be done.
It is simply this: do not tire, never lose interest, never grow indifferent—lose your invaluable curiosity and you let yourself die. It's as simple as that.
A person can find anything if he takes the time, that is, if he can afford to look. And while he's looking, he's free, and he finds things he never expected.
He was the owner of the moonlight on the ground, he fell in love with the most beautiful of the trees, he made wreaths of leaves and strung them around his neck.
Some people just shouldn't be disturbed in their inclinations, whether large or small. A reminder can instantly turn enthusiasm into aversion and spoil everything.
And all you can do is just read," she said. She raised her voice an screamed, "You just read and read and read!" Then she threw herself down on the table and wept.
I'm not sure I would have ever started to draw, let alone write, if my childhood hadn't been so happy. It was a mixture of comfort and adventure. An excellent mixture!
It is still summer, but the summer is no longer alive. It has come to a standstill; nothing withers, and fall is not ready to begin. There are no stars yet, just darkness.
They were always doing something. Quietly, without interruption, and with great concentration, they carried on with the hundred-and-one small things that made up their world.
All men are chums who will never leave each other in the lurch. A chum doesn't forgive, he just forgets - women forgive everything but never forget. Being forgiven is very unpleasant.