Top 37 Quotes & Sayings by Beatrix Potter

Thank God I have the seeing eye, that is to say, as I lie in bed I can walk step by step on the fells and rough land seeing every stone and flower and patch of bog and cotton pass where my old legs will never take me again.

All outward forms of religion are almost useless, and are the causes of endless strife. Believe there is a great power silently working all things for good, behave yourself and never mind the rest.

Thank goodness I was never sent to school; it would have rubbed off some of the originality.

It is said that the effect of eating too much lettuce is 'soporific'.

I have just made stories to please myself, because I never grew up.

I remember I used to half believe and wholly play with fairies when I was a child. What heaven can be more real than to retain the spirit-world of childhood, tempered and balanced by knowledge and common-sense...

I think prejudice and tradition count for three-quarters in matters of religion.

So much perfection argues rottenness somewhere.

Once upon a time there were three kittens, and their names were Mitten, Tom Kitten, and Moppet. They had dear little fur coats of their own; and they tumbled about the doorstep and played in the dust.

For quiet, solitary and observant children create their own world and live in it, nourishing their imaginations on the material at hand.

With opportunity the world is very interesting.

What heaven can be more real than to retain the spirit-world of childhood?

I am worn to a raveling.

Thank goodness my education was neglected.

I think if she lived in A little shoe-house That little old woman was Surely a mouse!

It sometimes happens that the town child is more alive to the fresh beauty of the country than a child who is country born. My brother and I were born in London...but our descent, our interest and our joy were in the north country'. Quoted in The Tale of Beatrix Potter a Biography by Margaret Lane, First Edition p 32-33

I hold that a strongly marked personality can influence descendants for generations.

Then Mrs. Tiggy-winkle made tea - a cup for herself and a cup for Lucie. They sat before the fire on a bench and looked sideways at one another. Mrs. Tiggy-winkle's hand, holding the tea-cup, was very very brown, and very very wrinkly with the soap-suds; and all through her gown and her cap, there were HAIRPINS sticking wrong end out; so that Lucie didn't like to sit too near her.

What we call the highest and the lowest in nature are both equally perfect. A willow bush is as beautiful as the human form divine.

This is a fierce bad rabbit; look at his savage whiskers, and his claws and his turned-up tail.

Sunday, January 27, 1884. -- There was another story in the paper a week or so since. A gentleman had a favourite cat whom he taught to sit at the dinner table where it behaved very well. He was in the habit of putting any scraps he left onto the cat's plate. One day puss did not take his place punctually, but presently appeared with two mice, one of which it placed on its master's plate, the other on its own.

The place is changed now, and many familiar faces are gone, but the greatest change is myself. I was a child then, I had no idea what the world would be like. I wished to trust myself on the waters and the sea. Everything was romantic in my imagination. The woods were peopled by the mysterious good folk. The Lords and Ladies of the last century walked with me along the overgrown paths, and picked the old fashioned flowers among the box and rose hedges of the garden.

I do so hate finishing books. I would like to go on with them for years.

I cannot rest, I must draw, however poor the result, and when I have a bad time come over me it is a stronger desire than ever.

Most people, after one success, are so cringingly afraid of doing less well that they rub all the edge off their subsequent work.

There is something delicious about writing the first words of a story. You never quite know where they'll take you.

We cannot stay home all our lives, we must present ourselves to the world and we must look upon it as an adventure.

In the time of swords and periwigs and full-skirted coats with flowered lappets - when gentlemen wore ruffles, and gold-laced waistcoats of paduasoy and taffeta - there lived a tailor in Gloucester.

Once upon a time there were four little Rabbits, and their names were--Flopsy, Mopsy, Cottontail, and Peter.

I hold an old-fashioned notion that a happy marriage is the crown of a woman’s life.

It sometimes happens that the town child is more alive to the fresh beauty of the country than a child who is country born

Here comes Peter Cottontail right down the bunny trail.

The shorter and the plainer the better.

Peter was not very well during the evening. His mother put him to bed, and made some chamomile tea: "One table-spoonful to be taken at bedtime.

Don't go into Mr. McGregor's garden: your Father had an accident there; he was put in a pie by Mrs. McGregor.

Peter lost one of his shoes among the cabbages, and the other shoe amongst the potatoes.

I fear that we shall be obliged to leave this pudding