“Eeyore,” said Owl, “Christopher Robin is giving a party.”
“Very interesting,” said Eeyore. “I suppose they will send me down the odd bits which got trodden on.”
“No, he said ‘Tell all of them.’”
“A mistake, no doubt, but I shall come. Only don’t blame me if it rains.” ~A.A.Milne pic.twitter.com/Js5gSUzKkK
— A.A.Milne (@A_AMilne) July 11, 2021
Binker isn’t greedy, but he does like things to eat,
So I have to say to people when they’re giving me a sweet,
“Oh, Binker wants a chocolate, so could you give me two?”
And then I eat it for him, ‘cos his teeth are rather new.
~A.A.Milne #InvisibleFriend #SaturdayMotivation pic.twitter.com/JUqarz3G7W
— A.A.Milne (@A_AMilne) July 10, 2021
"Tigger is all right, really," said Piglet lazily.
"Of course he is," said Christopher Robin.
"Everybody is really," said Pooh. "That's what I think, but I don't suppose I'm right," he said.
"Of course you are," said Christopher Robin. ~A.A.Milne #SaturdayMotivation #BeKind pic.twitter.com/jwEucmvzV3
— A.A.Milne (@A_AMilne) June 5, 2021
The sun was so delightfully warm, and the stone, which had been sitting in it for a long time, was so-warm, too, that Pooh had almost decided to go on being Pooh in the middle of the stream for the rest of the morning. ~A.A.Milne #SundayThoughts #BankHolidayWeekend pic.twitter.com/Rg7U6gj5G7
— A.A.Milne (@A_AMilne) May 30, 2021
"If you believe that a horseshoe will bring you good luck then it probably will. For if you believe you are going to be lucky, you go about your business with a smile, take disaster with a smile, start afresh with a smile. To do that is to be in the way of happiness." ~A.A.Milne pic.twitter.com/sk3aZWfEeE
— A.A.Milne (@A_AMilne) May 23, 2021
All the little wood was still,
As if it waited so, until
Some blackbird on an outpost yew,
Watching the slow procession through,
Lifted his yellow beak at last
To whistle that the line had passed…
Then all the wood began to sing
Its morning anthem to the spring. ~A.A.Milne pic.twitter.com/Er2ujflSAb
— A.A.Milne (@A_AMilne) May 9, 2021
Where am I going?
I don't quite know.
What does it matter where people go?
Down to the wood where the blue-bells grow –
I don't know.
~A.A.Milne #fridaymorning #Bluebells #nature pic.twitter.com/i27fFq1JFZ
— A.A.Milne (@A_AMilne) May 7, 2021
He sits and thinks of the things they know,
He and the Forest, alone together –
The springs that come and the summers that go,
Autumn dew on bracken and Heather,
All the things they have heard:
An April sky swept clean and the song of a bird. ~A.A.Milne #ThursdayThoughts pic.twitter.com/bu7atpcRk3
— A.A.Milne (@A_AMilne) April 22, 2021
“I’m planting a haycorn, so that it can grow up into an oak tree,” said Piglet. “It’s a very difficult thing, planting, unless you know how to do it,” and he put the acorn in the hole he had made, and covered it up with earth, and jumped on it. ~A.A.Milne
#spring #tuesdayvibe pic.twitter.com/ilg8M4KGEW
— A.A.Milne (@A_AMilne) April 6, 2021
Whenever I look up the hill
Where dark against the green and blue
The firs come marching, two by two
I wonder if perhaps I might
See suddenly a shining knight
Winding his way from blue to green
Exactly as it would have been
Those many many years ago
~A.A.Milne #ThursdayThoughts pic.twitter.com/UY2csSuwWz
— A.A.Milne (@A_AMilne) March 17, 2021
"Every day she bought something nourishing, like chocolates, and put them in her special box. Tomorrow she was going away. That was when she would first open her box, because she would be feeling lonely. It was wonderful how unlonely chocolate made you." ~A.A.Milne #thursdayvibes pic.twitter.com/AcMPNbfC5S
— A.A.Milne (@A_AMilne) February 18, 2021
"Memory is like a chain. We reach back into the past by a succession of links. I have kept alive little pictures of my childhood by repeatedly recalling them. Like having a copy of an ancient manuscript – I have an early copy, but the original is lost."~C.R.Milne #WednesdayWisdom pic.twitter.com/c6tju9h7zq
— A.A.Milne (@A_AMilne) February 3, 2021
"My father felt deeply but kept his feelings to himself. Or rather, being a writer, he let them escape in his writing. Even there he disguised them, and so such sadnesses as there were put on cap and bells and emerged as Eeyore, the old grey donkey." ~C.R.Milne #mentalhealth pic.twitter.com/78MbM5O4vu
— A.A.Milne (@A_AMilne) January 27, 2021
“The mouth is a true index of character. It is through the mouth and eyes that all emotions are expressed. I did read once of a man whose nose quivered with rage, but it is not usual; I never heard of anyone whose chin did anything. It would be absurd to expect it to.” ~A.A.Milne pic.twitter.com/3bWgyuVNDl
— A.A.Milne (@A_AMilne) January 17, 2021
Pooh was trying to make up a piece of poetry about fir-cones because there they were, lying about on each side of him, and he felt singy. So he picked a fir-cone up and said to himself, “This is a very good fir-cone and something ought to rhyme to it.”~A.A.Milne #tuesdaythoughts pic.twitter.com/W0c2xcw4nQ
— A.A.Milne (@A_AMilne) December 15, 2020
“Wenceslas was perhaps the most beloved King who ever lived. He was a Prince of Peace. I think that to have lived so long ago, and ever since to have been a song on the lips of the world, just because he was gentle, is a wonderful thing to have happened.” ~A.A.Milne #boxingday pic.twitter.com/xRCo0zm206
— A.A.Milne (@A_AMilne) December 26, 2020
“The Christmas card habit is a pleasant one, but it needs to be disciplined. We convey our printed wishes for a happy Christmas to everybody. This is a mistake. Let us reserve our cards for the old friends who have dropped out of our lives.” ~A.A.Milne (1920) #christmascards pic.twitter.com/b27KIBOU6k
— A.A.Milne (@A_AMilne) December 13, 2020
“There is an honesty about the orange. If it is going to be bad it begins from the outside, not from the inside. Many an innocent-looking apple is harbouring a worm in the bud. But the orange has no secret faults. Its outside is a mirror of its inside.” ~A.A.Milne #Christmas pic.twitter.com/TC11wzNq6b
— A.A.Milne (@A_AMilne) December 6, 2020
“Every piece of poetry has a music of its own which it is humming to itself as it goes along. Verses sing themselves into people’s heads and stay there for ever, so that even when they are alone and unhappy they have this music with them for company.” ~A.A.Milne #poetry pic.twitter.com/InRUUSPjo3
— A.A.Milne (@A_AMilne) September 29, 2020
“It’s a comforting sort of thing to have,” said Christopher Robin, folding up the POEM, and putting it in his pocket. “Come on, Pooh,” and he walked off.
“Where are we going?” said Pooh.
“Nowhere,” said Christopher Robin.
So they began going there.
~A.A.Milne #SaturdayMotivation pic.twitter.com/LmMew2SQFK
— A.A.Milne (@A_AMilne) July 25, 2020