Comet In Moominland Quotes

You must go on a long journey before you can really find out how wonderful home is.

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.

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.

It’s only the sea,’ said Moomintroll. ‘Every wave that dies on the beach sings a little song to a shell. But you mustn’t go inside because it’s a labyrinth and you may never come out again.

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.

Where's your home then?" asked the Snork Maiden. "Nowhere," said Snufkin a little sadly, "or everywhere. It depends how you look at it.

Are you too frightened to go any farther?" asked the silk-monkey, who found all this very easy, having four legs herself. "I'm never afraid," answered Sniff. "But I think the view is better from here.

What are you thinking of discovering?" Moomintroll cleared his throat and felt very proud. "Oh, everything," he said. "Stars, for example!" Snufkin was deeply impressed. "Stars!" he exclaimed. "Then I must come with you. Stars are my favorite things. I always lie and look at them before I go to sleep, and wonder who is on them and how one could get there. The sky looks so friendly with all those little eyes twinkling in it.

The garnets,' Sniff moaned. 'I didn't get a single one.' Snufkin sat down beside him and said kindly: 'I know. 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.

Of course, Moomintrolls don't wear clothes, except sometimes in bed.

Allting blir svårt när man vill äga saker, bära dem med sig och ha dem. Jag bara tittar på dem och när jag går min väg har jag dem inne i huvudet och kan ha roligare saker för mig än att bära kappsäckar.

Oh, dear me!" he lamented. "The raft has floated off and I suppose it's gone down that awful hole by now." "Well, never mind. We're not on it," said Snufkin gaily. "What's a kettle here or there when you're out looking for a comet!

You're too small to be told everything.

— Ах да, комета... — озабоченно сказала Муми-мама. — Ондатр рассчитал, что она упадет вечером прямо в наш огород. Так что я не стала пропалывать его.

Englemos," sa sniff nonchalant. "Bare barnslig tøv." I hvert fall for alle som har sett i en stjernekikkert.

I'm not a lion...I like small adventures. Just the right size.

Where's your home, then?" asked the Snork Maiden. "Nowhere" said Snufkin a little sadly, "or everywhere. It depends on how you look at it." "Haven't you got a mother?" asked Moomintroll, looking very sorry for him. "I don't know," said Snufkin. "They tell me I was found in a basket." "Like Moses," said Sniff. "I like the story about Moses," said the Snork. "But I think his mother could have found a better way of saving him, don't you? The crocodiles might have eaten him up." "They nearly ate us up," said Sniff.

When they reached the top of the hill they turned and looked down at the valley. Moominhouse was just a blue dot, and the river a narrow ribbon of green: the swing they couldn't see at all. "We've never been such a long way from home before," said Moomintroll, and a little goose-fleshy thrill of excitement came over them at the thought.

— Жизнь страшно осложняется, когда хочешь обладать вещами, носить, держать их при себе. Вот почему я только смотрю на вещи, а когда снимаюсь с места, уношу их в своей голове. По-моему, это куда приятнее, чем таскать за собой чемоданы.

That's not true, not grammar, and it doesn't even rhyme properly,' said Snufkin, and the subject was dropped.

I'm not a great one for beds, said the muskrat. They are unnecessary furniture, really. It was the only hole I lived in, but I was happy there. Of course, it's all the same to a philosopher whether he is happy or not, but it was a good hole . . .

And here I sit with my stamps in a complete muddle, and nobody has bothered to tell me what it's all about." "Listen now, Hemul," said Snufkin slowly and clearly. "It's about a comet that is going to collide with the earth tomorrow." "Collide?" said the Hemulen. "Has that anything to do with stamp-collecting?

Repeat after me,' said Moomintroll, "may the ground swallow me up may old hags rattle my dry bones, and may I never more eat ice-cream if I don't guard this secret with my life." Go on now.

All the other stars keep to their courses, and go along just like trains on their rails, but comets can go absolutely anywhere; they pop up here and there wherever you least expect them." "Like me," said Snufkin, laughing. "They must be sky-tramps!" Moomintroll looked disapprovingly at him. "It's nothing to laugh at," he said. "It would be a terrible thing if a comet hit the earth.

Fancy that! What fun! Coming all this way just to see me!" "Well -- we didn't exactly," began Moomintroll, clambering ashore. "Never mind!" answered Snufkin. "The main thing is that you're here. You'll stay the night, won't you?" "We should love to," said Moomintroll. "We haven't seen a soul since we left home, and that was ages ago. Why in the world do you live here in this desert?" "I'm a tramp, and I live all over the place," answered Snufkin. "I wander about, and when I find a place that I like I put up my tent and play my mouth-organ.

This has completely disturbed my peace," he complained. "A philosopher should be protected against the rude happenings of everyday life." "Never mind," said Moominmamma, consolingly. "You'll soon feel better." "But I do mind," said the Muskrat peevishly. "Never any peace ... " And he mumbled on.

I am the Muskrat,” said the wretched creature faintly. “A philosopher, you know. I should just like to point out that your bridge-building activities have completely ruined my house in the river bank, and although ultimately it doesn't matter what happens, I must say even a philosopher does not care for being soaked to the skin.

At the same time they both caught sight of a third curly flourish on a tree-trunk right in front of them, but it was terribly high up, at least three feet above the ground. "That's it, I'm sure," said Sniff, stretching himself. "I must be taller than I thought!

I can work anywhere," said the Muskrat. "It's all a matter of thinking. I sit and think about how unnecessary everything is." "Really?" said Moominpappa, much impressed. "Perhaps I might offer you a glass of wine? Against the cold?" "Wine, I am bound to say, is unnecessary," replied the Muskrat, "but a small drop nevertheless would not be unwelcome.

You must go on a long journey before you can really find out how wonderful home is.

Moominmamma had got up very early to pack their rucksacks, and was bustling to and fro with wooly stockings and packets of sandwiches, while down by the bridge Moominpappa was getting their raft in order. "Mamma, dar," said Moomintroll, "we can't possibly take all that with us. Everyone will laugh." "It's cold in the Lonely Mountains," said Moominmamma, stuffing in an umbrella and a frying pan. "Have you got a compass?" "Yes," answered Moomintroll, "but couldn't you at least leave out the plates -- we can easily eat off rhubarb leaves.

You saved us in the nick of time." "Have I saved you?" asked the Hemulen in surprise. "I didn't mean to. I was looking for the caterpillars that were making such a noise down there." (Hemulens are generally a bit slow in grasping an idea, but they are very pleasant if you don't annoy them.)

The garnets would have gone in the rucksack," said Sniff miserably. "You don't need hands for that. It's not the same thing at all just looking at them. I want to touch them and know they're mine.

It was a long time before the Snork came back with the wood. "Well, there you are at last," said his sister. "It took quite a time, said the Snork, "because, of course, I had to find pieces that were all exactly the same length." "Is he always so particular?" asked Snufkin. "He was born like that," said the Snork Maiden.

Whatever are Snorks?" "Don't you really know what a Snork is?" said Snufkin in amazement. "They must be the same family as you, I should think, because they look the same, except that they aren't often white. They can be any color in the world (like an Easter egg), and they change color when they get upset." Moomintroll looked quite angry. "Well!" he said. "I've never heard of that branch of the family. A real Moomintroll is always white. Changing color indeed! What an idea!

As long as I live here," said Snufkin carelessly. "I'm a monarch of all I survey. I own the whole earth.

That I don’t know,’ Snufkin answered, ‘but anyway they’re beautiful.

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.

Det är underligt med vägar och floder, funderade Sniff, man ser dem gå förbi och får en hemsk lust att vara nån annanstans. Att följa med och se var de slutar ...

But Snufkin took out his mouth-organ and played his gayest adventure-song (not just-the-right-sized adventure, but a terrific one) about rescues and surprises and sunshine.

Then he thought about how much he loved everything; the forest and the sea, the rain and the wind, the sunshine, the grass and the moss, and how impossible it would be to live without them all.

Mina küll ei usu, et me eriliselt julged oleksime," mõtiskles Muumitroll. "Me oleme lihtsalt sabatähega ära harjunud. Peaaegu et tuttavaks saanud. Meie olime esimesed, kes temast üldse teada said, ja oleme näinud teda päev-päevalt kasvamas ning suuremaks muutumas. Mõtle, kui üksildasena ta võib end tunda..." "Jah," ütles ka Nuuskmõmmik. "Mõtle, kui hüljatuna võib end tunda, kui kõik sind kardavad.

The Muskrat was still lying in his hammock and thinking. "Good afternoon, Uncle Muskrat!" said Moomintroll. "Do you know that things have begun to happen?" "Nothing new in any case," said the Muskrat. "Oh, yes," said Moomintroll. "Completely new. There are people in the forest making secret signs everywhere -- threats or warnings or something. When the silk-monkey and I came home a little while ago, somebody had arranged mamma's jam pears in a pattern that looked like a star with a tail.

Laakso jossa he asuivat oli kaunis, täynnä onnellisia pikku mönkiäisiä ja suuria vihreitä puita. Niittyjen halki virtasi joki, joka kaarsi sinisen muumitalon ohi ja katosi toisille seuduille, missä toiset pikku mönkiäiset ihmettelivät mistä se mahtoi tulla.

There weren't so very many good boxes on this beach," said Sniff. "But I've made a great discovery." "What was that?" asked Moomintroll, for a discovery (next to Mysterious Paths, Bathing, and Secrets) was what he liked most of all. Sniff paused and then said dramatically: "A cave!" "A real cave," asked Moomintroll, "with a hole to creep in through, and rocky walls, and a sandy floor?" "Everything!" answered Sniff proudly. "A real cave that I found myself." "That's splendid!" said Moomintroll. "Wonderful news. A cave is much better than a box.

Oh!’ sighed the Snork Maiden. ‘I should like to live in that shell. I want to go inside and see who is whispering in there.’ ‘It’s only the sea,’ said Moomintroll. ‘Every wave that dies on the beach sings a little song to a shell. But you mustn’t go inside because it’s a labyrinth and you may never come out again.

Damp veils of mist swirled around them. They were dreadfully cold (Moomintroll thought longingly of his woolly trousers) and surrounded completely by an awful floating emptiness. "I always thought clouds were soft and woolly and nice to be in," said Sniff, sneezing. "Ugh! I'm beginning to be sorry I ever came on this expedition.

Not one adventure in a whole day," said Sniff, who was taking his turn at steering now the current was slower. "Just grey banks and grey banks, and not even an adventure." "I think it's very adventurous to float down a winding river," said Moomintroll. "You never know what you'll meet round the next corner. You always want adventures, Sniff, and when they come you're so frightened you don't know what to do." "Well, I'm not a lion," said Sniff reproachfully. "I like small adventures. Just the right size.

I thought it was another avalanche. This morning it was terrible." "What was?" asked Sniff. "The avalanche, of course," answered the Hemulen. "Quite terrible! Rocks the size of houses bouncing about like hail-stones! My best glass jar was broken, and I myself had to move quite quickly to get out of the way." "I'm afraid we happened to knock a few stones down as we were passing," said Snufkin. "It's so easily done walking on these tracks." "Do you mean to say it was you who made the avalanche?" said the Hemulen. "Well -- yes -- sort of," Snufkin answered. "I never thought very much of you," said the Hemulen slowly, "and now I think even less.

The star we're looking for isn't so very friendly," said Moomintroll. "Quite the contrary, in fact." "What did you say?" said Sniff. Moomintroll went a bit red. "I mean -- stars in general," he said, "big and small, friendly and unfriendly, and so on." "Can they be unfriendly?" asked Snufkin. "Yes -- ones with tails," answered Moomintroll. "Comets." At last it dawned on Sniff. "You're hiding something from me!" he said accusingly. "That pattern we saw everywhere, and you said it didn't mean anything!" "You're too small to be told everything," answered Moomintroll. "Too small!" screamed Sniff. "I must say it's a fine thing to take me on an expedition of discovery and not tell me what I'm supposed to be discovering!

You must go on a long journey before you can really find out how wonderful home is

You must go on a long journey before you can really find out how wonderful home is

We’re all like that. You must go on a long journey before you can really find out how wonderful home is