P. L. Travers Quotes

Ettekö tiedä, hän sanoi surkutellen, - että jokaisella on oma Satumaansa.

What were they doing now, at Miss Lark’s? she wondered. Playing with Miss Lark’s dogs, perhaps, and listening to Miss Lark telling them that Andrew had a wonderful pedigree but that Willoughby was half an Airedale and half a Retriever and the worst half of both. And presently they would all, even the dogs, have chocolate biscuits and walnut cake for tea.

The remark quite shocked him. “Why, you’re often cross, Mary Poppins!” he said. “At least fifty times a day!” “Never!” she said with an angry snap. “I have the patience of a Boa Constrictor! I merely Speak My Mind!

She was wearing her blue coat with the silver buttons and the blue hat to match, and on the days when she wore these it was the easiest thing in the world to offend her.

Aceeași substanță ne compune pe toți - copacul de deasupra capului, piatra de sub noi, pasărea, fiara, steaua, una suntem cu toții și cu toții ne îndreptăm spre aceeași țintă.

Every time she ate the head off one soldier, another grew up in its place, with a green military coat and a yellow busby.

"None of your business," snapped Mary Poppins. "And it's rude to whisper."

Shall we, too, Mary Poppins?” he asked, blurting out the question. “Shall you, too, what?” she enquired with a sniff. “Live happily ever afterwards?” he said eagerly. A smile, half sad, half tender, played faintly round her mouth. “Perhaps,” she said, thoughtfully. “It all depends.” “What on, Mary Poppins?” “On you,” she said, quietly,

the shape, tossed and bent under the wind, lifted the latch of the gate, and they could see that it belonged to a woman, who was holding her hat on with one hand and carrying a bag in the other.

But they knew, both of them, that something strange and wonderful had happened at Number Seventeen, Cherry-Tree Lane.

Why, children,” said Mrs Banks, noticing them suddenly, “what are you doing there? This is your new nurse, Mary Poppins.

A pile of raspberry-jam-cakes as high as Mary Poppins’s waist stood in the centre, and beside it tea was boiling in a big brass urn. Best of all, there were two plates of whelks and two pins to pick them out with.

What's the good of knowing if you don't tell anyone?

Michael, you shall have some syrup of figs.

That all you got, Bert?” said Mary Poppins, and she said it so brightly you could hardly tell she was disappointed at all. “That’s the lot,” he said. “Business is bad today. You’d think anybody’d be glad to pay to see that, wouldn’t you?” And he nodded his head at Queen Elizabeth. “Well — that’s how it is, Mary,” he sighed. “Can’t take you to tea today, I’m afraid.” Mary Poppins thought of the raspberry-jam-cakes they always had on her Day Out, and she was just going to sigh, when she saw the Match-Man’s face. So, very cleverly, she turned the sigh into a smile — a good one with both ends turned up — and said: “That’s all right, Bert. Don’t you mind. I’d much rather not go to tea. A stodgy meal, I call it — really.” And that, when you think how very much she liked raspberry-jam-cakes, was rather nice of Mary Poppins. The Match-Man apparently thought so, too, for he took her white-gloved hand in his and squeezed it hard. Then together they walked down the row of pictures. “Now, there’s one you’ve never seen before!” said the Match-Man proudly, pointing to a painting of a mountain covered with snow and its slopes simply littered with grasshoppers sitting on gigantic roses. This time Mary Poppins could indulge in a sigh without hurting his feelings. “Oh, Bert,” she said, “that’s a fair treat!” And by the way she said it she made him feel that by rights the picture should have been in the Royal Academy, which is a large room where people hang the pictures they have painted. Everybody comes to see them, and when they have looked at them for a very long time, everybody says to everybody else: “The idea — my dear!” The next picture Mary Poppins and the Match-Man came to was even better. It was the country — all trees and grass and a little bit of blue sea in the distance, and something that looked like Margate in the background. “My word!” said Mary Poppins admiringly, stooping so that she could see it better. “Why, Bert, whatever is the matter?” For the Match-Man had caug