I only want to live in peace, plant potatoes and dream!
You can't ever be really free if you admire somebody too much.
It is simply this: do not tire, never lose interest, never grow indifferent—lose your invaluable curiosity and you let yourself die. It's as simple as that.
Maybe my passion is nothing special, but at least it's mine.
A theatre is the most important sort of house in the world, because that's where people are shown what they could be if they wanted, and what they'd like to be if they dared to and what they really are
All things are so very uncertain, and that's exactly what makes me feel reassured.
You must go on a long journey before you can really find out how wonderful home is.
Lie on the bridge and watch the water flowing past. Or run, or wade through the swamp in your red boots. Or roll yourself up and listen to the rain falling on the roof. It's very easy to enjoy yourself.
Making a journey by night is more wonderful than anything in the world.
It was a particularly good evening to begin a book.
I'll have to calm down a bit. Or else I'll burst with happiness
The hemulen woke up slowly and recognised himself and wished he had been someone he didn't know.
There's no need to imagine that you're a wondrous beauty, because that's what you are.
But that's how it is when you start wanting to have things. Now, I just look at them, and when I go away I carry them in my head. Then my hands are always free, because I don't have to carry a suitcase.
The thing about God, she thought, is that He usually does help, but not until you've made an effort on your own.
It is still summer, but the summer is no longer alive. It has come to a standstill; nothing withers, and fall is not ready to begin. There are no stars yet, just darkness.
Most of the people are homesick anyway, and a little lonely, and they hide themselves in their hair and are turned into flowers.
It looks rather ordinary," said the Snork. "Unless you consider that a top hat is always somewhat extraordinary, of course.
Someone who eats pancakes and jam can't be so awfully dangerous. You can talk to him.
Smell is important. It reminds a person of all the things he's been through; it is a sheath of memories and security.
Quite, quite,' she thought with a little sigh. 'It's always like this in their adventures. To save and be saved. I wish somebody would write a story sometime about the people who warm up the heroes afterward.
Everything's much too big here,' thought Moominmamma. 'Or perhaps I'm too small.
I need to write down my observations. Even the tiniest ones; they're the most important.
It's funny about paths and rivers," he mused. "You see them go by, and suddenly you feel upset and want to be somewhere else--wherever the path or the river is going, perhaps.
...now and then a giggling trail of mermaids appeared in our wake. We fed them oatmeal.
One must use the night.
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.
There are those who stay at home and those who go away, and it has always been so. Everyone can choose for himself, but he must choose while there is still time and never change his mind.
My bag was as light as my happy-go-lucky heart.
And all you can do is just read," she said. She raised her voice an screamed, "You just read and read and read!" Then she threw herself down on the table and wept.
