In midmost of the stream, embraced in the weir's shimmering arm-spread, a small island lay anchored, fringed close with willow and silver birch and alder. Reserved, shy, but full of significance, it hid whatever it might hold behind a veil,… — Kenneth Grahame Copy Share Image
Toad, with no one to check his statements or to criticize in an unfriendly spirit, rather let himself go. Indeed, much that he related belonged more properly to the category of what-might-have-happened-had-I-only-thought-of-it-in-time-instead-of-ten-minutes-afterwards. Those are always the best and raciest adventures;… — Kenneth Grahame Copy Share Image
Monkeys who very sensibly refrain from speech, lest they should be set to earn their livings. — Kenneth Grahame Copy Share Image
“What the Boy chiefly dabbled in was natural history and fairy tales, and he just took them as they came, in a sandwichy sort… — Kenneth Grahame Copy Share Image
“The dragon is a more enduring animal than the pterodactyl. I have never yet met anyone who really believed in a pterodactyl; but every… — Kenneth Grahame Copy Share Image
The past was like a bad dream; the future was all happy holiday as I moved Southwards week by week, easily, lazily, lingering as… — Kenneth Grahame Copy Share Image
“Independence is all very well, but we animals never allow our friends to make fools of themselves beyond a certain limit.” — Kenneth Grahame Copy Share Image
“Supper was finished at last, and each animal felt that his skin was now as tight as was decently safe.” — Kenneth Grahame Copy Share Image
The river , corrected the Rat, It's my world...What it hasn't got is not worth having. — Kenneth Grahame Copy Share Image
Slowly, but with no doubt or hesitation whatever, and in something of a solemn expectancy, the two animals passed through the broken tumultuous water… — Kenneth Grahame Copy Share Image
“In silence they landed, and pushed through the blossom and scented herbage and undergrowth that led up to the level ground, till they stood… — Kenneth Grahame Copy Share Image
But Mole stood still a moment, held in thought. As one wakened suddenly from a beautiful dream, who struggles to recall it, but can… — Kenneth Grahame Copy Share Image
