‎''Just think, never to be glad or disappointed. Never to like anyone and get cross at him and forgive him. Never to sleep or feel cold, never to make a mistake and have a stomach-ache and be cured from it, never to have a birthday party, drink beer, and have a bad conscience... How terrible.

Everything's much too big here,' thought Moominmamma. 'Or perhaps I'm too small.

Maybe my passion is nothing special, but at least it's mine.

...now and then a giggling trail of mermaids appeared in our wake. We fed them oatmeal.

The thing about God, she thought, is that He usually does help, but not until you've made an effort on your own.

I'll have to calm down a bit. Or else I'll burst with happiness

One can't be too dangerous, if they like to eat pancakes. Especially with jam on it.