Don't underestimate the value of Doing Nothing, of just going along, listening to all the things you can't hear, and not bothering.
If the person you are talking to doesn't appear to be listening, be patient. It may simply be that he has a small piece of fluff in his ear.
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.
Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there some day.
Some people care too much, I think it's called love.
Sometimes, if you stand on the bottom rail of a bridge and lean over to watch the river slipping slowly away beneath you, you will suddenly know everything there is to be known.
"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."
"We'll be Friends Forever, won't we, Pooh?' asked Piglet.
Even longer,' Pooh answered."
"How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard."
"I think we dream so we don’t have to be apart for so long. If we’re in each other’s dreams, we can be together all the time."
"I used to believe in forever, but forever's too good to be true"
"I'm not lost for I know where I am. But however, where I am may be lost."
"Well," said Pooh, "what I like best," and then he had to stop and think. Because although Eating Honey was a very good thing to do, there was a moment just before you began to eat it which was better than when you were, but he didn't know what it was called."
"What day is it?"
It's today," squeaked Piglet.
My favorite day," said Pooh."
"Friendship," said Christopher Robin, "is a very comforting thing to have."
"I do remember, and then when I try to remember, I forget."
"How do you spell 'love'?" - Piglet
"You don't spell it...you feel it." - Pooh"
"I was walking along looking for somebody, and then suddenly I wasn't anymore."
"Always remind her that she's braver than she believes, stronger than she seems, and smarter than she thinks."
"he thought how sad it was to be an Animal who had never had a bunch of violets picked for him."
"She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbor:
"Winter is dead."
