Some have brains, and some haven’t,... and there it is.
You’re braver than you believe and stronger and smarter than you think.
As soon as I saw you I knew a grand adventure was about to happen.
He could see the honey, he could smell the honey, but he couldn’t quite reach the honey.
They wanted to come in after the pounds”, explained Pooh, “so I let them. It’s the best way to write poetry, letting things come.
And how are you?” said Winnie-the-Pooh. Eeyore shook his head from side to side. “Not very how,” he said. “I don’t seem to have felt at all how for a long time.
He was telling an interesting anecdote full of exciting words like “encyclopedia” and “rhododendron”.
And now all the others are saying, “What about Us?” So perhaps the best thing to do is to stop writing Introductions and get on with the book.
The wonderful thing about Tiggers, is Tiggers are wonderful things. Their tops are made out of rubber, their bottoms are made out of springs. They’re bouncy, trouncy, flouncy, pouncy, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun. But the most wonderful thing about Tiggers, is I’m the only one. IIIII’m the only one!
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.
You’re braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think – Christopher Robin.
We’ll be friends forever, won’t we, Pooh?′ asked Piglet. ‘Even longer.’ Pooh answered.
The name’s Tigger! T-I-double-guh-ER!
She would know a good thing to do without thinking about it.
He said it twice because he had never said it before, and it sounded funny.
Piglet opened the letter box and climbed in. Then, having untied himself, he began to squeeze into the slit, through which in the old days when front doors were front doors, many an unexpected letter than WOL had written to himself, had come slipping.
Whatever his weight in pounds and ounces, he always seems bigger because of his bounces.
Poetry and Hums aren’t things which you get, they’re things which get you. And all you can do is to go where they can find you.
It all comes,” said Pooh crossly, “of not having front doors big enough.
Honey or condensed milk with your bread?” he was so excited that he said, “Both,” and then, so as not to seem greedy, he added, “but don’t bother about the bread, please.