Paddington Bear Quotes

It's nice having a bear about the house.

Please look after this bear.

I'm not a criminal,” said Paddington, hotly. “I'm a bear!

Things are always happening to me. I’m that sort of bear.

A while back I heard bears have to stick leaves up their arse to stop ants crawling up there and biting them! I know the world is getting overpopulated but it isn’t that crowded that things have to live up an arse. No wonder Paddington Bear left Peru for London. When you’ve got bears wanting to leave the country it makes me wonder what I’m doing here.

Oh well, bears will be bears,” said Mr Brown.

Mr. and Mrs. Brown first met Paddington on a railway platform. In fact, that was how he came to have such an unusual name for a bear, for Paddington was the name of the station.

The Browns were holding a council of war in the dining room, and Mr. Brown was fighting a losing battle.

There was such a hullabaloo going on it was difficult to write up the notes in his scrapbook.

strong-room

I suppose,” she said to Paddington as they stepped on the escalator, “we ought really to carry you. It says you’re supposed to carry dogs, but it doesn’t say anything about bears.

PLEASE LOOK AFTER THIS BEAR. THANK YOU.

And that,” Peter said with a smile once again directed at his brother, “says more than you may think. I rather miss the days when Paddington and Pooh bears walked about.” “And picnics were to be had,” Little Dan added.

It's nothing special to be real...The world is full of people...They're all real, but in a hundred years, how many do you think will be remembered? Barely any. But if I say the names Peter Pan, Matilda, Pippi Longstocking, Alice, Oliver Twist, Eeyore or Paddington Bear, you know exactly who I mean, don't you? Some them more than a hundred years old. None of them real, but each of them remembered. Cherished. Loved. So loved. That's real. That's more real than anything - to exist in people's hearts is to live forever.

he didn’t think much of the ticket. He examined carefully the piece of green cardboard which he held in his paw. “It doesn’t seem much to get for eighty pence,” he said. After all the lovely whirring and clanking noises the ticket machine had made, it did seem disappointing. He’d expected much more for his money.

Jennifer had exactly five pounds, six shillings, and fourpence halfpenny when she left No. 7 Maple Street. She lugged her two suitcases along with her into various buses, and arrived at Paddington with three-quarters of an hour to wait before the twelve o’clock train should bear her away from London forever. Thirty-two shillings and sixpence of her capital went on her third-class ticket, and three shillings more on a cup of coffee, two rashers of bacon, and a banana, for she had eaten no breakfast. During this wait she had time to think over her crazy flight from the boardinghouse. It had been her home since she was six years old, and she had left her mother without one pang of regret. “I must be terribly unnatural,” thought Jennifer sadly. “But it can’t be helped. I was probably born without a heart; I believe some people are.” She

When a baronet is discovered behind a bush in the park with a guardsman, or a minister of the crown is caught creeping out of a country with his socks stuffed full of bank notes and a woman not his wife ten paces behind, or a public person is revealed disporting himself with a couple of tarts and a teddy bear in West Paddington, they complain to the press that the outcry is hypocritical and that everyone would like to do what they were doing if only they had the chance. They regard the law as an instrument of envy, like nationalization and death duties.

Paddington took a deep breath and gave the assistant a hard stare. It was one of the extra special hard ones which his Aunt Lucy had taught him and which he kept for emergencies.

Beau Brummel

PADDINGTON BUYS A SHARE

A VISIT TO THE STOCK EXCHANGE

They can’t,” said Jonathan. “The Dame is always played by a man.” “And the Principal Boy is always a girl,” agreed Judy. “It’s traditional.” “I don’t see why,” insisted Paddington.

I’d like to leave all my interest in, please,” explained Paddington. “In case it rains.” “Well,” said the man in a superior tone of voice as he made some calculations on a piece of paper. “I’m afraid you won’t keep very dry on this. It only comes to ten pence.” “What!” exclaimed Paddington, hardly able to believe his ears. “Ten pence! I don’t think that’s very interesting.” “Interest isn’t the same thing as interesting,” said the man. “Not the same thing at all.” He tried hard to think of some way of explaining matters for he wasn’t used to dealing with bears and he had a feeling that Paddington was going to be one of his more difficult customers. “It’s… it’s something we give you for letting us borrow your money,” he said. “The longer you leave it in the more you get.” “Well, my money’s been in since just after Christmas,” exclaimed Paddington. “That’s nearly six months.” “Ten pence,” said the man firmly.

Luckily he had found a piece of cloth on the balcony outside Mr Brown’s room and so he’d been able to clean off the worst of the dirt before getting down to the important job of taking it to pieces and polishing it.

PADDINGTON STEPS OUT

MRS BROWN STARED at Paddington in amazement. “Harold Price wants you to be an usher at his wedding?” she repeated. “Are you sure?

The Browns’ house at number thirty-two Windsor Gardens was unusually quiet. It was a warm summer day, and all the family, with the exception of Paddington, who had mysteriously disappeared shortly after lunch, were sitting on the veranda enjoying the afternoon sun. Apart from the faint rustle of paper as Mr. Brown turned the pages of an enormous book and the click of Mrs. Brown’s knitting needles, the only sound came from Mrs. Bird, their housekeeper, as she prepared the tea things.

She cast a dazed and sad eye over the many things the airport offered to her as she left. Surely, she couldn't depart England without a bottle of whisky, a set of china teacups, a Paddington Bear, a biography of some grim-looking sportsdude, an overpriced purse, a shawl, several bottles of perfume ... "Did people come to the airport just to set their money on fire? "There were more practical offerings as well. Every other shop offered candy, water, luggage tags, and toothbrushes. Stuff you might have forgotten or need on the way.

[Paddington] looked up to see that Mrs Brown had been joined by a little girl, with laughing blue eyes and long, fair hair.

Things aren’t always