A. A. Milne Quotations

If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day so I never have to live without you.

Did you ever stop to think, and forget to start again?

Promise me you'll always remember: You're braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.

Weeds are flowers too, once you get to know them.

You will be better advised to watch what we do instead of what we say.

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 thinking.

You can't stay in your corner of the forest waiting for others to come to you. You have to go to them sometimes.

Bores can be divided into two classes; those who have their own particular subject, and those who do not need a subject.

One of the advantages of being disorderly is that one is constantly making exciting discoveries.

I suppose that every one of us hopes secretly for immortality; to leave, I mean, a name behind him which will live forever in this world, whatever he may be doing, himself, in the next.

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

To the uneducated, an A is just three sticks.

My spelling is Wobbly. It's good spelling but it Wobbles, and the letters get in the wrong places.

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

If one is to be called a liar, one may as well make an effort to deserve the name.

Never forget me, because if I thought you would, I'd never leave.

Golf is so popular simply because it is the best game in the world at which to be bad.

Almost anyone can be an author; the business is to collect money and fame from this state of being.

Don't underestimate the value of Doing Nothing

If possible, try to find a way to come downstairs that doesn't involve going bump, bump, bump, on the back of your head.

People say nothing is impossible, but I do nothing every day.

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.

I suppose that by this time they had finished their dressing. Roger Scurvilegs tells us nothing on such important matters; no doubt from modesty. "Next morning they rose," he says, and disappoints us of a picture of Udo brushing his hair.

If there ever comes a day when we can't be together, keep me in your heart. I'll stay there forever.

Owl explained about the Necessary Dorsal Muscles. He had explained this to Pooh and Christopher Robin once before and had been waiting for a chance to do it again, because it is a thing you can easily explain twice before anybody knows what you are talking about.

It was a drowsy summer afternoon, and the Forest was full of gentle sounds, which all seemed to be saying to Pooh, 'Don't listen to Rabbit, listen to me.' So he got in a comfortable position for not listening to Rabbit.

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

Christopher Robin ... just said it had an "x."' 'It isn't their necks I mind,' said Piglet earnestly. 'It's their teeth.

There must be somebody there, because somebody must have said "Nobody.

I did know once, only I've sort of forgotten.

He thought how sad it was to be an Animal who had never had a bunch of violets picked for him.

Gone out. Backson. Busy backson.

The Dormouse looked out, and he said with a sigh: "I suppose all these people know better than I. It was silly, perhaps, but I did like the view Of geraniums (red) and delphiniums (blue).

His dress told her nothing, but his face told her things which she was glad to know.

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.

When you do the things that you can do, you will find a way.

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.

I wonder what Piglet is doing," thought Pooh. "I wish I were there to be doing it, too.

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.

The difficulty in the way of writing a children's play is that Barrie was born too soon. Many people must have felt the same about Shakespeare. We who came later have no chance. What fun to have been Adam, and to have had the whole world of plots and jokes and stories at one's disposal.

It looks like a bothering sort of day.

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

Walking with her man, Lost in a dream

So - here I am in the dark alone, There's nobody here to see; I think to myself, I play to myself, And nobody knows what I say to myself; Here I am in the dark alone, What is it going to be? I can think whatever I like to think, I can play whatever I like to play, I can laugh whatever I like to laugh, There's nobody here but me.

Promise you won't forget me, ever. Not even when I'm a hundred.

Forever isn't long at all, Christopher, as long as I'm with you.

And really, it wasn’t much good having anything exciting like floods, if you couldn’t share them with somebody.

You gave me Christopher Robin, and then You breathed new life in Pooh. Whatever of each has left my pen Goes homing back to you. My book is ready, and comes to greet The mother it longs to see -- It would be my present to you, my sweet, If it weren't your gift to me.

Well,” said Owl, “the customary procedure in such cases is as follows.” “What does Crustimoney Proseedcake mean?” said Pooh. “For I am a Bear of Very Little Brain, and long words Bother me.

And I’d say to myself as I looked so lazily down at the sea: “There’s nobody else in the world, and the world was made for me.

When I was One, I had just begun. When I was Two, I was nearly new. When I was Three I was hardly me. When I was Four, I was not much more. When I was Five, I was just alive. But now I am Six, I'm as clever as clever, So I think I'll be six now for ever and ever.

On Wednesday, when the sky is blue, and I have nothing else to do, I sometimes wonder if it's true That who is what and what is who." - Winnie-the-Pooh

If a statement is untrue, it is not the more respectable because it has been said in Latin.

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.

The other day I met a man who didn't know where Tripoli was. Tripoli happened to come into the conversation, and he was evidently at a loss. "Let's see," he said. "Tripoli is just down by the - er - you know. What's the name of that place?" "That's right," I answered, "just opposite, Thingumabob. I could show you in a minute on a map. It's near - what do they call it?" At this moment the train stopped, and I got out and went straight home to look at my atlas.

No brain at all, some of them [people], only grey fluff that's blown into their heads by mistake, and they don't Think.

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.

Turn around, Piglet. Step lightly, Pooh. This silly ol' dance is perfect for two.

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.

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

No doubt Jack the Ripper excused himself on the grounds that it was human nature.

For I am a bear of very little brain, and long words bother me.

So he started to climb out of the hole. He pulled with his front paws, and pushed with his back paws, and in a little while his nose was in the open again ... and then his ears ... and then his front paws ... and then his shoulders ... and then-'Oh, help!' said Pooh, 'I'd better go back,' 'Oh bother!' said Pooh, 'I shall have to go on.' 'I can't do either!' said Pooh, 'Oh help and bother!

I was walking along looking for somebody, and then suddenly I wasn't anymore.

The spring has sprung, the grass is rizz. I wonder where them birdies is?

Halfway down the stairs, is a stair, where I sit. There isn't any, other stair, quite like, it. I'm not at the bottom, I'm not at the top; So this is the stair, where, I always, stop. Halfway up the stairs, isn't up, and isn't down. It isn't in the nursery, it isn't in the town. And all sorts of funny thoughts, run round my head: It isn't really anywhere! It's somewhere else instead!

But now I am six. And I'm clever as clever. And now I think I'll stay six now forever and ever.

Some have brains, and some haven't, ... and there it is.

To seem natural rather than to be natural.

Tiggers don't like honey.

What distinguishes Cambridge from Oxford, broadly speaking, is that nobody who has been to Cambridge feels impelled to write about it.

Once upon a time there were three little foxes Who didn't wear stockings, and they didn't wear sockses, But they all had handkerchiefs to blow their noses, And they kept their handkerchiefs in cardboard boxes.

When stuck in the river, it is best to dive and swim to the bank yourself before someone drops a large stone on your chest in an attempt to hoosh you there.

I do remember, and then when I try to remember, I forget.

That's right," said Eeyore. "Sing. Umty-tiddly, umty-too. Here we go gathering Nuts and May. Enjoy yourself." "I am," said Pooh.

And that, said John, is that.

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 then you go and do it. It means just going along, listening to all the things you can't hear, and not bothering." "Oh!" said Pooh.

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!

But it isn't easy,' said Pooh. 'Because 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.

I found a little beetle, so that beetle was his name

Whereas men of an older school, like myself, smoke for the pleasure of smoking, men of this school smoke for the pleasure of pipe-owning-of selecting which of their many white-spotted pipes they will fill with their specially blended tobacco, of filling the one so chosen, of lighting it, of taking it from the mouth to gaze lovingly at the white spot and thus letting it go out, of lighting it again and letting it go out again, of polishing it up with their own special polisher and putting it to bed, and then the pleasure of beginning all over again with another white-spotted one.

We can’t all and some of us don’t. That’s all there is to it.

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.

What I like doing best is Nothing.

And the only reason for making honey is so as I can eat it.

If there's a buzzing-noise, somebody's making a buzzing-noise, and the only reason for making a buzzing-noise that I know of is because you're a bee.

I have a house where I go, When there's too many people, I have a house where I go Where no one can be; I have a house where I go, Where nobody ever says "no" Where no one says anything - so There is no one but me.

A pekingeese is not a pet dog; he is an undersized lion.

When you are pretty sure that an Adventure is going to happen, brush the honey off your nose and spruce yourself up as best you can, so as to look Ready for Anything.

How sweet to be a Cloud. Floating in the Blue!

Life is so much friendlier with two.

A pipe in the mouth makes it clear that there has been no mistake-you are undoubtedly a man.

I have been Foolish and Deluded, and I am a Bear of No Brain at All.

The average man finds life very uninteresting as it is. And I think the reason why is that he is always waiting for something to happen to him instead of setting to work to make things happen

What ever fortune brings, don't be afraid of doing things.

It's so much more friendly with two.

Pooh," said Rabbit kindly, "you haven't any brain." "I know," said Pooh humbly.

Mind over matter, will make the Pooh unfatter.

Nobody can be uncheered with a balloon.

Nowhere can I think so happily as in a train.