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.
I wonder what Piglet is doing," thought Pooh. "I wish I were there to be doing it, too.
I don’t feel very much like Pooh today," said Pooh. "There there," said Piglet. "I’ll bring you tea and honey until you do.
Piglet noticed that even though he had a Very Small Heart, it could hold a rather large amount of Gratitude.
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.
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.
Piglet: "How do you spell 'love'?" Winnie the Pooh: "You don't spell it...you feel it."
Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there some day.
What I like doing best is Nothing.
While Eeyore frets ... ... and Piglet hesitates ... and Rabbit calculates ... and Owl pontificates ...Pooh just is.
We'll be Friends Forever, won't we, Pooh?' asked Piglet. Even longer,' Pooh answered.
Sometimes,' said Pooh, 'the smallest things take up the most room in your heart.
You can't stay in your corner of the forest waiting for others to come to you. You have to go to them sometimes.
People say nothing is impossible, but I do nothing every day.
The things that make me different are the things that make me.
What day is it?" It's today," squeaked Piglet. My favorite day," said Pooh.
It is hard to be brave, when you're only a Very Small Animal.
I think we dream so we don't have to be apart so long. If we're in each other's dreams, we can play together all night.
It is more fun to talk with someone who doesn't use long, difficult words but rather short, easy words like "What about lunch?
"Rabbit's clever," said Pooh thoughtfully. "Yes," said Piglet, "Rabbit's clever." "And he has Brain." "Yes," said Piglet, "Rabbit has Brain." There was a long silence. "I suppose," said Pooh, "that that's why he never understands anything."
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.
Some people care too much. I think it's called love.
How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.
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.
One of the advantages of being disorganized is the joy of discovery.
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