A. A. Milne quotes:

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.

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

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.

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

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.

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

When you see someone putting on his Big Boots, you can be pretty sure that an Adventure is going to happen.

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

I don't see much sense in that," said Rabbit. "No," said Pooh humbly, "there isn't. But there was going to be when I began it. It's just that something happened to it along the way.

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.

Sometimes, if you stand on the bottom rail of a bridge and lean over to watch the river slipping slowly away beneath you, you will suddenly know everything there is to be known.

Some people care too much. I think it's called love.

Just because an animal is large, it doesn't mean he doesn't want kindness; however big Tigger seems to be, remember that he wants as much kindness as Roo.

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.

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.

Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind. "Pooh?" he whispered. "Yes, Piglet?" "Nothing," said Piglet, taking Pooh's hand. "I just wanted to be sure of you.

Sometimes,' said Pooh, 'the smallest things take up the most room in your heart.

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

Nobody can be uncheered with a balloon.

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

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

I used to believe in forever, but forever's too good to be true

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

A little Consideration, a little Thought for Others, makes all the difference.

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

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

A bear, however hard he tries, grows tubby without exercise.

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.

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.

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

Don't underestimate the value of Doing Nothing, of just going along, listening to all the things you can't hear, and not bothering.

Don't underestimate the value of Doing Nothing

When having a smackerel of something with a friend, don't eat so much that you get stuck in the doorway trying to get out.

If the person you are talking to doesn't appear to be listening, be patient. It may simply be that he has a small piece of fluff in his ear.

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.

We'll be Friends Forever, won't we, Pooh?' asked Piglet. Even longer,' Pooh answered.

Ideas may drift into other minds, but they do not drift my way. I have to go and fetch them. I know no work manual or mental to equal the appalling heart-breaking anguish of fetching an idea from nowhere.

Well," said Pooh, "what I like best," and then he had to stop and think. Because although Eating Honey was a very good thing to do, there was a moment just before you began to eat it which was better than when you were, but he didn't know what it was called.

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.

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

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

How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.

Piglet noticed that even though he had a Very Small Heart, it could hold a rather large amount of Gratitude.

On Tuesday, when it hails and snows, The feeling on me grows and grows That hardly anybody knows If those are these or these are those.

A quotation is a handy thing to have about, saving one the trouble of thinking for oneself, always a laborious business.

Why does a silly bird go on saying "chiff-chaff" all day long? Is it happiness or hiccups?

Tiggers don't like honey.

Before beginning a Hunt, it is wise to ask someone what you are looking for before you begin looking for it.

We'll be friends until forever, just you wait and see

Did I miss?" you asked. "You didn't exactly miss," said Pooh, "But you missed the balloon." "I'm so sorry," you said, and you fired again, and this time you hit the balloon and the air came slowly out, and Winnie-the-Pooh floated down to the ground.

When we asked Pooh what the opposite of an Introduction was, he said "The what of a what?" which didn't help us as much as we had hoped, but luckily Owl kept his head and told us that the Opposite of an Introduction, my dear Pooh, was a Contradiction; and, as he is very good at long words, I am sure that that's what it is.

So perhaps the best thing to do is to stop writing Introductions and get on with the book.

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

Be sure to put the knocker fairly low on your door in case a very small friend drops by.

Always watch where you are going. Otherwise, you may step on a piece of the Forest that was left out by mistake.

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

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

It is more fun to talk with someone who doesn't use long, difficult words but rather short, easy words like "What about lunch?

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

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.

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

You never can tell with bees.

Christopher Robin was home by this time, because it was the afternoon, and he was so glad to see them that they stayed there until very nearly tea-time, and then they had a Very Nearly tea, which is one you forget about afterwards, and hurried on to Pooh Corner, so as to see Eeyore before it was too late to have a Proper Tea with Owl.

Pooh looked at his two paws. He knew that one of them was the right, and he knew that when you had decided which one of them was the right, then the other one was the left, but he never could remember how to begin.

Christopher Robin was sitting outside his door, putting on his Big Boots. As soon as he saw the Big Boots, Pooh knew that an Adventure was going to happen, and he brushed the honey off his nose with the back of his paw, and spruced himself up as well as he could, so as to look ready for Anything.

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

Piglet: "How do you spell 'love'?" Winnie the Pooh: "You don't spell it...you feel it."

Supposing a tree fell down, Pooh, when we were underneath it?' 'Supposing it didn't,' said Pooh after careful thought. Piglet was comforted by this.

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

When you wake up in the morning, Pooh," said Piglet at last, "what's the first thing you say to yourself?" "What's for breakfast?" said Pooh. "What do you say, Piglet?" "I say, I wonder what's going to happen exciting today?" said Piglet. Pooh nodded thoughtfully. "It's the same thing," he said.

The more he looked inside the more Piglet wasn't there.

But Piglet is so small that he slips into a pocket, where it is very comfortable to feel him when you are not quite sure whether twice seven is twelve or twenty-two.

Piglet was so excited at the idea of being Useful that he forgot to be frightened any more, and when Rabbit went on to say that Kangas were only Fierce during the winter months, being at other times of an Affectionate Disposition, he could hardly sit still, he was so eager to begin being useful at once.

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

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.

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

Food is a subject of conversation more spiritually refreshing even than the weather, for the number of possible remarks about the weather is limited, whereas of food you can talk on and on and on.

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

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

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

To her- Hand in hand we come Christopher Robin and I To lay this book in your lap. Say you're surprised? Say you like it? Say it's just what you wanted? Because it's yours- because we love you.

Now then, Pooh," said Christopher Robin, "where's your boat?" "I ought to say," explained Pooh as they walked down to the shore of the island, "that it isn't just an ordinary sort of boat. Sometimes it's a Boat, and sometimes it's more of an Accident. It all depends." "Depends on what?" "On whether I'm on the top of it or underneath it.

Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he feels that there really is another way, if only he could stop bumping for a moment and think of it. And then he feels that perhaps there isn't.

There's the South Pole, said Christopher Robin, and I expect there's an East Pole and a West Pole, though people don't like talking about them.

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 man really likes potatoes, he must be a pretty decent sort of fellow.

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.

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

Hallo, Eeyore," said Christopher Robin, as he opened the door and came out. "How are you?""It's snowing still," said Eeyore gloomily."So it is.""And freezing.""Is it?""Yes," said Eeyore. "However," he said, brightening up a little, "we haven't had an earthquake lately.

How do you spell 'love'?" - Piglet"You don't spell it...you feel it." - Pooh

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

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

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

To the uneducated, an A is just three sticks.

That's what Tiggers do best!

Bouncy trouncy flouncy pouncy fun fun fun fun fun. The most wonderful thing about tiggers is I'm the only one!

If ever there is a tomorrow when we're not together there is something you must always remember...

One does not argue about The Wind in the Willows.

The hardest part is what to leave behind, ... It's time to let go!

Pay attention to where you are going because without meaning you might get nowhere.

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

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

Any day spent with you is my favorite day. So today is my new favorite day.

In the quiet hours when we are alone and there is nobody to tell us what fine fellows we are, we come sometimes upon a moment in which we wonder, not how much money we are earning, nor how famous we have become, but what good we are doing.

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

There are some people who begin the Zoo at the beginning, called WAYIN, and walk as quickly as they can past every cage until they get to the one called WAYOUT, but the nicest people go straight to the animal they love the most, and stay there.

Love is taking a few steps backward, maybe even more ... to give way to the happiness of the person you love.

I knew when I met you an adventure was going to happen.

But, of course, it isn't really Good-bye, because the Forest will always be there... and anybody who is Friendly with Bears can find it.

Something feels funny. I must be thinking too hard.

A day without a friend is like a pot without a single drop of honey left inside.

Tell the innocent visitor from another world that two people were killed at Serajevo, and that the best that Europe could do about it was to kill eleven million more.

But [Pooh] couldn't sleep. The more he tried to sleep the more he couldn't. He tried counting Sheep, which is sometimes a good way of getting to sleep, and, as that was no good, he tried counting Heffalumps. And that was worse. Because every Heffalump that he counted was making straight for a pot of Pooh's honey, and eating it all. For some minutes he lay there miserably, but when the five hundred and eighty-seventh Heffalump was licking its jaws, and saying to itself, "Very good honey this, I don't know when I've tasted better," Pooh could bear it no longer.

This writing business. Pencils and what-not. Over-rated, if you ask me. Silly stuff. Nothing in it.

The things that make me different are the things that make me.

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!

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.

It's snowing still," said Eeyore gloomily. "So it is." "And freezing." "Is it?" "Yes," said Eeyore. "However," he said, brightening up a little, "we haven't had an earthquake lately.