83 Quotes & Sayings By Aa Milne

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. A.a. Milne

Oh Tigger, where are your manners?"" I don’t know, but I bet they’re having more fun than I am. A.a. Milne

Rabbit's clever, " said Pooh thoughtfully." Yes, " said Piglet, "Rabbit's clever."" And he has Brain.""Yes, " said Piglet, "Rabbit has Brain."There was a long silence." I suppose, " said Pooh, "that that's why he never understands anything. A.a. Milne

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 ‘Bother! ’. The Social Round. Always something going on. A.a. Milne

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. A.a. Milne

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. A.a. Milne

How does one become butterfly?' Pooh asked pensively.' You must want to fly so much that you are willing to give up being a caterpillar, ' Piglet replied.' You mean to die?' asked Pooh.'Yes and no, ' he answered. 'What looks like you will die, but what's really you will live on. A.a. Milne

Then, suddenly again, Christopher Robin, who was still looking at the world, with his chin in his hand, called out "Pooh! " "Yes?" said Pooh. "When I'm--when--Pooh! " "Yes, Christopher Robin?" "I'm not going to do Nothing any more." "Never again?" "Well, not so much. They don't let you." Pooh waited for him to go on, but he was silent again. "Yes, Christopher Robin?" said Pooh helpfully. "Pooh, when I'm--you know--when I'm not doing Nothing, will you come up here sometimes?" "Just me?" "Yes, Pooh." "Will you be here too?" "Yes Pooh, I will be really. I promise I will be Pooh." "That's good, " said Pooh. "Pooh, promise you won't forget about me, ever. Not even when I'm a hundred." Pooh thought for a little. "How old shall I be then?" "Ninety-nine." Pooh nodded. "I promise, " he said. Still with his eyes on the world Christopher Robin put out a hand and felt Pooh's paw. "Pooh, " said Christopher Robin earnestly, "if I--if I'm not quite--" he stopped and tried again-- "Pooh, whatever happens, you will understand, won't you?" "Understand what?" "Oh, nothing." He laughed and jumped to his feet. "Come on! " "Where?" said Pooh. "Anywhere." said Christopher Robin.So, they went off together. But 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. A.a. Milne

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. A.a. Milne

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. A.a. Milne

Whatever his weight in pounds and ounces, he always seems bigger because of his bounces. A.a. Milne

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. A.a. Milne

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! A.a. Milne

If you were a cloud, and sailed up there, You'd sail on the water as blue as air. And you'd see me here in the fields and say:" Doesn't the sky look green today? A.a. Milne

It is hard to be brave, when you're only a Very Small Animal. A.a. Milne

Hallo, Pooh, ” said Rabbit.“Hallo, Rabbit, ” said Pooh dreamily.“ Did you make that song up?”“ Well, I sort of made it up, ” said Pooh. “It isn’t Brain, ” he went on humbly, “because You Know Why, Rabbit; but it comes to me sometimes.”“ Ah! ” said Rabbit, who never let things come to him, but always went and fetched them. A.a. Milne

In the language of the day it is customary to describe a certain sort of book as “escapist” literature. As I understand it, the adjective implies, a little condescendingly, that the life therein depicted cannot be identified with the real life which the critic knows so well in W.C.1: and may even have the disastrous effect on the reader of taking him happily for a few hours out of his own real life in N.W.8. Why this should be a matter for regret I do not know; nor why realism in a novel is so much admired when realism in a picture is condemned as mere photography; nor, I might add, why drink and fornication should seem to bring the realist closer to real life than, say, golf and gardening. A.a. Milne

One of the difficulties of thinking clearly about anything is that it is almost impossible not to form our ideas in words which have some previous association for us; with the result that our thought is already shaped along certain lines before we have begun to follow it out. Again, a word may have various meanings, and our use of it in one sense may deceive our readers (or even ourselves) into supposing that we were using it in some other sense. A.a. Milne

VespersLittle Boy kneels at the foot of the bed, Droops on the little hands little gold head. Hush! Hush! Whisper who dares! Christopher Robin is saying his prayers. God bless Mummy. I know that's right. Wasn't it fun in the bath tonight? The cold's so cold, and the hot's so hot. Oh! God bless Daddy -- I quite forgot. If I open my fingers a little bit more, I can see Nanny's dressing-gown on the door. It's a beautiful blue, but it hasn't a hood. Oh! God bless Nanny and make her good. Mine has a hood, and I lie in bed, And pull the hood right over my head, And I shut my eyes, and I curl up small, And nobody knows that I'm there at all. Oh! Thank you, God, for a lovely day. And what was the other I had to say? I said "Bless Daddy, " so what can it be? Oh! Now I remember. God bless Me.Little Boy kneels at the foot of the bed. Droops on the little hands little gold head. Hush! Hush! Whisper who dares! Christopher Robin is saying his prayers. A.a. Milne

Friendship, " said Christopher Robin, "is a very comforting thing to have. A.a. Milne

Get out of my chair, dillhole! A.a. Milne

Nowhere can I think so happily as in a train. I am not inspired; nothing so uncomfortable as that. I am never seized with a sudden idea for a masterpiece, nor form a sudden plan for some new enterprise. My thoughts are just pleasantly reflective. I think of all the good deeds I have done, and (when these give out) of all the good deeds I am going to do. I look out of the window and say lazily to myself, “How jolly to live there”; and a little farther on, “How jolly not to live there.” I see a cow, and I wonder what it is like to be a cow, and I wonder whether the cow wonders what it is to be like me; and perhaps, by this time, we have passed on to a sheep, and I wonder if it is more fun being a sheep. My mind wanders on in a way which would annoy Pelman a good deal, but it wanders on quite happily, and the “clankety-clank” of the train adds a very soothing accompaniment. So soothing, indeed, that at any moment I can close my eyes and pass into a pleasant state of sleep. A.a. Milne

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. A.a. Milne

King John was not a good man, He had his little ways. And sometimes no one spoke to him, For days and days and days. A.a. Milne

Good judgment comes from experience, and experience - well, that comes from poor judgment. A.a. Milne

He said it twice because he had never said it before, and it sounded funny. A.a. Milne

Well, I've got an idea, " said Rabbit, "and here it is. We take Tigger for a long explore, somewhere where he's never been, and we lose him there, and next morning we find him again, and--mark my words--he'll be a different Tigger altogether." "Why?" said Pooh. "Because he'll be a Humble Tigger. Because he'll be a Sad Tigger, a Melancholy Tigger, a Small and Sorry Tigger, an Oh-Rabbit-I-am-glad-to-see-you Tigger. That's why." "Will he be glad to see me and Piglet, too?" "Of course." "That's good, " said Pooh. "I should hate him to go on being Sad, " said Piglet doubtfully. "Tiggers never go on being Sad, " explained Rabbit. . A.a. Milne

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 thin A.a. Milne

Sometimes I sits and thinks, and sometimes I just sits... A.a. Milne

Owl, " said Rabbit shortly, "you and I have brains. The others have fluff. If there is any thinking to be done in this Forest--and when I say thinking I mean thinking--you and I must do it. A.a. Milne

What I say is that, if a man really likes potatoes, he must be a pretty decent sort of fellow. A.a. Milne

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. A.a. Milne

They have no imagination. A tail is just a tail to them, just a little something extra in the back. A.a. Milne

What day is it?" It's today, " squeaked Piglet.My favorite day, " said Pooh. A.a. Milne

Organizing is what you do before you do something, so that when you do it, it is not all mixed up. A.a. Milne

Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there some day. A.a. Milne

He was telling an interesting anecdote full of exciting words like "encyclopedia" and "rhododendron". A.a. Milne

She would know a good thing to do without thinking about it. A.a. Milne

Winnie the Pooh finds comfort in counting his pots of honey, and Rabbit finds comfort in knowing where his relations are — even if he doesn't need them at the moment. A.a. Milne

Some people talk to animals. Not many listen though. That's the problem. A.a. Milne

And out floated Eeyore. "Eeyore! " cried everybody. Looking very calm, very dignified, with his legs in the air, came Eeyore from beneath the bridge. "It's Eeyore! " cried Roo, terribly excited. "Is that so?" said Eeyore, getting caught up by a little eddy, and turning slowly round three times. "I wondered." "I didn't know you were playing, " said Roo. "I'm not, " said Eeyore. "Eeyore, what are you doing there?" said Rabbit. "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." "But, Eeyore, " said Pooh in distress, "what can we-- I mean, how shall we--do you think if we--" "Yes, " said Eeyore. "One of those would be just the thing. Thank you, Pooh. A.a. Milne

James gave the huffle of a snail in danger. And nobody heard him at all. A.a. Milne

The things that make me different are the things that make me. A.a. Milne

How does one become butterfly?' Pooh asked pensively.' You must want to fly so much that you are willing to give up being a caterpillar, ' Piglet replied.' You mean to die?' asked Pooh.'Yes and now, ' he answered. 'What looks like you will die, but what's really you will live on. A.a. Milne

Eighteen pockets in one suit? I haven't the time. A.a. Milne

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. A.a. Milne

She turned to the sunlight     And shook her yellow head, And whispered to her neighbor:    " Winter is dead. A.a. Milne

Piglet said that Tigger was very Bouncy, and that if they could think of a way of unbouncing him, it would be a Very Good Idea. "Just what I feel, " said Rabbit. "What do you say, Pooh?" Pooh opened his eyes with a jerk and said, "Extremely." "Extremely what?" asked Rabbit. "What you were saying, " said Pooh. "Undoubtably. A.a. Milne

.."But 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 you go and do it." "Oh, I see, " said Pooh. "This is a nothing sort of thing that we're doing right now." "Oh, I see, " said Pooh again. "It means just going along, listening to all the things you can't hear and not bothering." "Oh! " said Pooh. . A.a. Milne

One advantage of being disorderly is that one is constantly making exciting discoveries A.a. Milne

DaffodowndillyShe wore her yellow sun-bonnet, She wore her greenest gown; She turned to the south wind And curtsied up and down. She turned to the sunlight And shook her yellow head, And whispered to her neighbor: "Winter is dead. A.a. Milne

The things that make me different are the things that make me ME. -Piglet A.a. Milne

- What day is it?- It's today, - squeaked Piglet.- My favorite day, - said Pooh. ("Winnie-the Pooh", A.A. Milne) A.a. Milne

What day is it, ?” asked Pooh. “It’s today, ” squeaked Piglet.“My favorite day, ” said Pooh. A.a. Milne

What day is it?” It’s today, squeaked Piglet. My favorite day, said Pooh. A.a. Milne

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. A.a. Milne

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. A.a. Milne