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Blustery Pooh Bear thoughts


My it's a blustery day outside! All this wooshing wind, leaves and garbage cans reminds me of a picture of Winnie the Pooh and Piglet walking hand in hand on such a day as today.

Memories of Winnie the Pooh bring a smile to my face. There are so many childhood and 'mommy' memories that come together in that hundred acre wood.

Here are some of my favorite quotes from that fluffy old bear and his friends. I hope they make you smile, so put on a tea kettle and get settled in for this Pooh-Bear blustery and somewhat sentimental day.

PS. Don't forget the honey, P-P-P- please.




Before beginning a Hunt, it is wise to ask someone what you are looking for before you begin looking for it.
-- Pooh's Little Instruction Book, inspired by A. A. Milne

Don't underestimate the value of Doing Nothing, of just going along, listening to all the things you can't hear, and not bothering.
-- Piglet, Pooh's Little Instruction Book, inspired by A. A. Milne

I am a Bear of Very Little Brain, and long words bother me.
-- Winnie the Pooh

"I don't see much sense in that," said Rabbit. "No," said Pooh humbly, "there isn't. But there was going to be when I began it. It's just that something happened to it along the way."
-- Winnie the Pooh

I used to believe in forever . . . but forever was too good to be true.
-- Winnie the Pooh

If ever there is tomorrow when we’re not together.. there is something you must always remember. You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. But the most important thing is, even if we’re apart.. I’ll always be with you.
-- Winnie the Pooh


This is almost the best one...


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.
-- Pooh's Little Instruction Book, inspired by A. A. Milne

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