There was once an old sailor my grandfather knew, Who had so many things which he wanted to do That, whenever he thought it was time to begin, He couldn’t because of the state he was in.
Time for a little something.
Any day spent with you is my favorite day. So today is my new favorite day.
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.
The old grey donkey, Eeyore stood by himself in a thistly corner of the Forest, his front feet well apart, his head on one side, and thought about things. Sometimes he thought sadly to himself, “Why?” and sometimes he thought, “Wherefore?” and sometimes he thought, “Inasmuch as which?” and sometimes he didn’t quite know what he was thinking about.
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.