One Must Use The Night.

He Didn't Remember, He Didn't Worry, He Just Was.

Malander Had An Idea And Was Trying To Work It Out, But It Would Take Him Time. Sometimes People Never Saw Things Clearly Until It Was Too Late And They No Longer Had The Strength To Start Again. Or Else They Forgot Their Idea Along The Way And Didn't Even Realise That They Forgotten.

Maybe My Passion Is Nothing Special, But At Least It's Mine.

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.

He Was The Owner Of The Moonlight On The Ground, He Fell In Love With The Most Beautiful Of The Trees, He Made Wreaths Of Leaves And Strung Them Around His Neck.