winnie the pooh quotes

Pooh is, of course, the star of the show, and here are his best quotes.

"Isn't that fine?" shouted Winnie the Pooh down to you. "What do I look like?" "You look like a bear holding on to a balloon," you said. "Not," said Pooh anxiously, "not like a small black cloud in a blue sky?" "Not very much."

"Have you got your gun?" "Of course I have," you said. "But if I do that, it will spoil the balloon." "But if you don't," said Pooh, "I shall have to let go, and that would spoil me."

"Then would you read a Sustaining Book, such as would help and comfort a Wedged Bear in Great Tightness?"

"This...whatever-it-was...has now been joined by another...whatever-it-is... and they are now proceeding in company. Would you mind coming with me, Piglet, in case they turn out to be Hostile Animals?"

"Yes," said Winnie the Pooh. "I see now," said Winnie the Pooh. "I have been Foolish and Deluded," said he, "and I am a Bear of No Brain at All."

"For I am a Bear of Very Little Brain, and long words Bother me."

"I saw one once," said Piglet. "At least, I think I did," he said. "Only perhaps it wasn't." "So did I," said Pooh, wondering what a Heffalump was like. "You don't often see them," said Christopher Robin carelessly. "Not now," said Piglet. "Not at this time of the year," said Pooh.

For some minutes he lay there miserably, but when the five hundred and eight-seventh Heffalump was licking its jaws, and saying to itself "Very good honey this, I don't know when I've tasted better," Pooh could bear it no longer.

"Oh bear!" said Christopher Robin. "How I do love you!" "So do I," said Pooh.

"Aha!" said Pooh, practising. "Aha! Aha!...Of course," he went on, "we could say 'Aha!' even if we hadn't stolen Baby Roo." "Pooh," said Rabbit kindly, "you haven't any brain." "I know," said Pooh humbly.

For a little while Pooh and The Floating Bear were uncertain as to which of them was meant to be on the top, but after trying one or two different positions, they settled down with The Floating Bear underneath and Pooh triumphantly astride it, paddling vigorously with his feet.

"I ought to say," explained Pooh as they walked down to the shore of the island, "that it isn't just an ordinary sort of boat. Sometimes it's a Boat, and sometimes it's more of an Accident. It all depends." "Depends on what?" "On whether I'm on the top of it or underneath it."

Pooh got in. He was just beginning to say that it was all right now, when he found that it wasn't, so after a short drink, which he didn't really want, he waded back to Christopher Robin.

"What's Eeyore talking about?" Piglet whispered to Pooh. "I don't know," said Pooh rather dolefully. "I thought this was your party." "I thought it was once. But I suppose it isn't." "I'd sooner it was yours than Eeyore's," said Piglet. "So would I," said Pooh.

"When you wake up in the morning, Pooh," said Piglet at last, "what's the first thing you say to yourself?" "What's for breakfast?" said Pooh. "What do you say, Piglet?" "I say, I wonder what's going to happen exciting today?" said Piglet. Pooh nodded thoughtfully. "It's the same thing," he said.

"Hallo, Piglet," he said. "I thought you were out." "No," said Piglet, "it's you who were out, Pooh." "So it was," said Pooh. "I knew one of us was."

As soon as Rabbit was out of sight, Pooh remembered that he had forgotten to ask who Small was, and whether he was the sort of friend-and-relation who settled on one's nose, or the sort who got trodden on by mistake, and as it was Too Late Now, he thought he would begin the Hunt by looking for Piglet, and asking him what they were looking for before he looked for it.

"Rabbit," said Pooh to himself. "I like talking to Rabbit. He talks about sensible things. He doesn't use long, difficult words, like Owl. He uses short, easy words, like 'What about lunch?' and 'Help yourself, Pooh'."

"Perhaps he's looking for something." "What?" asked Rabbit. "That's just what I was going to say," said Pooh. And then he added, "Perhaps he's looking for a - for a -" "A Spotted or Herbaceous Backson?" "Yes," said Pooh. "One of those. In case it isn't." Rabbit looked at him severely. "I don't think you're helping," he said. "No," said Pooh. "I do try," he added humbly.

"Tigger is all right, really," said Pooh lazily. "Of course he is," said Christopher Robin. "Everybody is really," said Pooh. "That's what I think," said Pooh. "But I don't suppose I'm right," he said. "Of course you are," said Christopher Robin.

"Rabbit's clever," said Pooh thoughtfully. "Yes," said Piglet, "Rabbit's clever." "And he has Brain." "Yes," said Piglet, "Rabbit has Brain." There was a long silence. "I suppose," said Pooh, "that that's why he never understands anything."

"Pooh," said Piglet nervously. "Yes?" said one of the chairs. "Where are we?" "I'm not quite sure," said the chair. "Are we - are we in Owl's House?" "I think so, because we were just going to have tea, and we hadn't had it." "Oh!" said Piglet. "Well, did Owl always have a letter-box in his ceiling?" "Has he?" "Yes, look." "I can't," said Pooh. "I'm face downwards under something, and that, Piglet, is a very bad position for looking at ceilings."