Author of quotes: Tove Jansson. Page 6

- Do you think that the lighthouse can be redeemed? - said dad. - If there was a anything reliable, so it is the beacon light. In the world there are absolute things: ocean currents and seasons. And what in the morning the sun rises. And what a beacon of light.

Ah, the comet... - anxiously said Moomin-Mama. - Muskrats have calculated that it will fall in the evening in our garden. So I decided not to weed it.

Freken Snork put his little paw in paw Moomin and said:
- Well and let! Yet you are not afraid - I'm not afraid either.

What a pity, if the Earth cracks open! She is so good.

She decided to give his property to be around her became more air.

About my wonderful, my amazing disaster...

What a pity that all the fun ends when it is no longer afraid and when you, on the contrary, it becomes fun.

Somebody takes things from dad's house.
What a terrific, fun told Tuu-Tikki. You and so around so many things. And those you remember and those which you only dream

Means, soon all will burn! - cried the DOJ. - Burn all the houses, gardens, toys, Moomins, their little brothers and sisters!

There, far off, a sniff, said to himself Moomin Troll. - Somewhere in the South, he eats oranges. If I were sure he knows I intend for him to cross the mountains, I'd decided to take this step. Otherwise, nothing I have will not work.

Here used to grow apples, - said Matey Moomin, looking at the bare trees.
- And now there is growing snow - calmly answered Tuu-Tikki and went on.

- I want to be a diva - interrupted Emma Mies. Only I would like to play a sad role to be able to scream, sob and cry.
- Then you need to play in the tragedy or the drama - said Emma. - And die in the last act.
- That's it! cried Misa. Her cheeks were burning. To think become is not who you really are! No one then no longer say, "Here comes Misa," and they will say: "Look at this tragic lady in red velvet... a great diva... it seems she has suffered a lot".

And little my has flatly refused any mourning ribbons and bows.
If I grieve, I didn't need to show and wear there are different bows, she said.
- Yes, if you cry, - said Moomin-Troll. - But you do not grieve!
"No," said little my. I can't grieve. I only know how to be angry or to rejoice. But perhaps it will help if I get to grieve? But if I get angry on the Ice maiden, maybe I'll bite her someday in the leg. And then maybe she will take good care to tickle other baby squirrels for the ears only because they are cute and fluffy.

You need to get to everything on your own and experience all the same one.