Tove Jansson Quotes

When Mats Came In The Evenings, They Would Drink Tea In The Kitchen While Reading Their Books And Talking About Them. If Katri Came In, They Were Quiet And Waited For Her To Leave. The Back Door Would Close, And Katri Would Have Gone. “does Your Sister Read Our Books?” Anna Wanted To Know. “no. She Reads Literature.

The Hemulen Woke Up Slowly And Recognised Himself And Wished He Had Been Someone He Didn't Know.

Gathering Is Peculiar, Because You See Nothing But What You're Looking For. If You're Picking Raspberries, You See Only What's Red, And If You're Looking For Bones You See Only The White. No Matter Where You Go, The Only Thing You See Is Bones.

But He Thought All The Strange Words Were Beautiful, And He Had Never Had A Book Of His Own Before.

An Island Can Be Dreadful For Someone From Outside. Everything Is Complete, And Everyone Has His Obstinate, Sure And Self-sufficient Place. Within Their Shores, Everything Functions According To Rituals That Are As Hard As Rock From Repetition, And At The Same Time They Amble Through Their Days As Whimsically And Casually As If The World Ended At The Horizon.

...by And By A Change Came: I Started To Muse About The Shape Of My Nose. I Put My Trivial Surroundings Aside And Mused More And More About Myself, And I Found This To Be A Bewitching Occupation. I Stopped Asking And Longed Instead To Speak Of My Thoughts And Feelings. Alas, There Was No One Besides Myself Who Found Me Interesting.

It’s Strange,” Moominmamma Thought. “strange That People Can Be Sad, And Even Angry Because Life Is Too Easy. But That’s The Way It Is, I Suppose. The Only Thing To Do Is To Start Life Afresh.

Grandmother Walked Up Over The Bare Granite And Thought About Birds In General. It Seemed To Her No Other Creature Had The Same Dramatic Capacity To Underline And Perfect Events - The Shifts In The Seasons And The Weather, The Changes That Run Through People Themselves.

There Are Such A Lot Of Things That Have No Place In Summer And Autumn And Spring. Everything That’s A Little Shy And A Little Rum. Some Kinds Of Night Animals And People That Don’t Fit In With Others And That Nobody Really Believes In. They Keep Out Of The Way All The Year. And Then When Everything’s Quiet And White And The Nights Are Long And Most People Are Asleep—then They Appear.

Now Everything Was Changed. She Walked About With Cautious, Anxious Steps, Staring Constantly At The Ground, On The Lookout For Things That Crept And Crawled. Bushes Were Dangerous, And So Were Sea Grass And Rain Water. There Were Little Animals Everywhere. They Could Turn Up Between The Covers Of A Book, Flattened And Dead, For The Fact Is That Creeping Animals, Tattered Animals, And Dead Animals Are With Us All Our Lives, From Beginning To End. Grandmother Tried To Discuss This With Her, To No Avail. Irrational Terror Is So Hard To Deal With.

It Looks Rather Ordinary," Said The Snork. "unless You Consider That A Top Hat Is Always Somewhat Extraordinary, Of Course.

Sophia And Grandmother Sat Down By The Shore To Discuss The Matter Further. It Was A Pretty Day, And The Sea Was Running A Long, Windless Swell. It Was On Days Just Like This--dog Days--that Boats Went Sailing Off All By Themselves. Large, Alien Objects Made Their Way In From Sea, Certain Things Sank And Others Rose, Milk Soured, And Dragonflies Danced In Desperation. Lizards Were Not Afraid. When The Moon Came Up, Red Spiders Mated On Uninhabited Skerries, Where The Rock Became An Unbroken Carpet Of Tiny, Ecstatic Spiders.