Beatrix Potter Quotes

“Mr. McGregor hung up the little jacket and the shoes for a scare–crow to frighten the blackbirds.”

“Peter gave himself up for lost, and shed big tears.”

“But round the end of a cucumber frame, whom should he meet but Mr. McGregor!”

“Peter sat down to rest; he was out of breath and trembling with fright.”

“You may go into the fields or down the lane, but don’t go into Mr. McGregor’s garden. Your Father had an accident there; he was put in a pie by Mrs. Mcgregor.”

“Now run along, and don’t get into mischief.”

“Once upon a time there were four little Rabbits, and their names were Flopsy, Mopsy, Cotton-tail, and Peter.”

“Peter was not very well during the evening. His mother put him to bed, and made some camomile tea... ‘One table-spoonful to be taken at bed-time.’ ”

“He lost one of his shoes among the cabbages, and the other shoe amongst the potatoes.”

“Even the smallest one can change the world.”

“At last, Peter Rabbit made his way back to the cozy burrow where he lived with his family. He was a very tired rabbit indeed!”

“He said he loved eggs and ducklings; he should be proud to see a fine nestful in his wood-shed.”

“Jemima Puddle-Duck was a simpleton: not even the mention of sage and onions made her suspicious.”

“I wish to hatch my own eggs; I will hatch them all by myself.”

“The shed was almost quite full of feathers- it was almost suffocating; but it was comfortable and very soft.”

″‘Give me the herbs for the omelette. Be sharp!’ He was rather abrupt. Jemima Puddle-duck had never heard him speak like that. She felt surprised, and uncomfortable.”

“And nothing more was ever seen of the foxy-whiskered gentleman.”

“Jemima thought him mighty handsome. She explained that she had not lost her way, but that she was trying to find a convenient dry nesting-place.”

“Jemima Puddle-duck was escorted home in tears on account of those eggs.”

“And while Mr. Jeremy sat disconsolately on the edge of his boat- sucking his sore fingers and peering down into the water- a much worse thing happened; a really frightful thing it would have been, if Mr. Jeremy had not been wearing a macintosh!”

“A great big enormous trout came up-kerpflop-p-p-p! with a splash-and it seized Mr. Jeremy with a snap, ‘Ow! Ow! Ow!’ - and then it turned and dived down to the bottom of the pond! But the trout was so displeased with the taste of macintosh, that in less than half a minute it spat him out again; and the only thing it swallowed was Mr. Jeremy’s goloshes.”

″ ‘What a mercy that was not a pike!’ said Mr. Jeremy Fisher. ‘I have lost my rod and basket; but it does not much matter, for I am sure I should never have dared to go fishing again!’ ”

“Mr. Jeremy shoved the boat out again a little way, and dropped the bait. There was a bite almost directly; the float gave a tremendous bobbit! ‘A minnow! a minnow! I have him by the nose!’ cried Mr. Jeremy Fisher, jerking up his rod. But what a horrible surprise! Instead of a smooth fat minnow, Mr. Jeremy landed little Jack Sharp the stickleback, covered with spines!”

“And instead of a nice dish of minnows- they had a roasted grasshopper with lady-bird sauce; which frogs consider a beautiful treat; but I think it must have been nasty!”

“Mr. Jeremy put on a macintosh, and a pair of shiny goloshes; he took his rod and basket, and set off with enormous hops to the place where he kept his boat. The boat was round and green, and very like the other lily-leaves. It was tied to a water-plant in the middle of the pond. Mr. Jeremy took a reed pole, and pushed the boat out into the open water.”

“He had the dearest little red float. His rod was tough stalk of grass, his line was a fine long white horse-hair, and he tied a little wriggling worm at the end.”

“Once upon a time there was a frog called Mr. Jeremy Fisher; he lived in a little damp house amongst the buttercups at the edge of a pond. The water was all slippery-sloppy in the larder and in the back passage. But Mr. Jeremy liked getting his feet wet; nobody ever scolded him, and he never caught a cold!”