By the time it came to the edge of the Forest, the stream had grown up, so that it was almost a river, and, being grown-up, it did not run and jump and sparkle along as it used to do when it was younger, but moved more slowly. For it knew now where it was going, and it said to itself, “There is no hurry. We shall get there some day.” But all the little streams higher up in the Forest went this way and that, quickly, eagerly, having so much to find out before it was too late.

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!

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

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

Don't underestimate the value of Doing Nothing

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

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