Pinocchio

Never trust people who promise to make you rich in a day. They are generally crazy swindlers

A conscience is that still small voice that people won't listen to.

Hunger is the best cook.

Most unfortunately, in the lives of puppets there is always a 'but' that spoils everything.

Woe to those who lead idle lives. Idleness is a dreadful illness and must be cured in childhood. If it is not cured then, it can never be cured.

What matters school? We can go to school to-morrow. Whether we have a lesson more or a lesson less, we shall always remain the same donkeys.

Lies, my dear boy, can easily be recognized. There are two kind of them: those with short legs, and those with long noses. Your kind have long noses.

Would it be possible to find a more ungrateful boy, or one with less heart than I have!

Laziness is a serious illness and one must cure it immediately; yes, even from early childhood. If not, it will kill you in the end.

In the Land of Toys, every day, except Sunday, is a Saturday. Vacation begins on the first of January and ends on the last day of December. That is the place for me! All countries should be like it! How happy we should all be!

Let me tell you that every man, whether he is born rich or poor, is obliged to do something in this world—to occupy himself, to work. Woe to those who lead slothful lives. Sloth is a dreadful illness and must be cured at once, in childhood. If not, when we are old it can never be cured.’ Pinocchio

After they had gone another mile, Pinocchio heard the same little low voice saying to him: 'Bear it in mind, simpleton! Boys who refuse to study, and turn their backs upon books, schools, and masters, to pass their time in play and amusements, sooner or later come to a bad end... I know it by experience... and I can tell you. A day will come when you will weep as I am weeping now... but then it will be too late!...' On hearing these words whispered very softly, the puppet, more frightened than ever, sprang down from the back of his donkey and went and took hold of his mouth. Imagine his surprise when he found that the donkey was crying... and he was crying like a boy!

Don't trust to those who promise to make you rich in a day. Usually they are either mad or rogues!

Are you not afraid of death?' I am not in the least afraid!... I would rather die than drink that bitter medicine.' At that moment the door of the room flew open, and four rabbits as black as ink entered carrying on their shoulders a little bier. What do you want with me?' cried Pinocchio, sitting up in bed in a great fright. We are come to take you,' said the biggest rabbit. To take me?... But I am not yet dead!...' No, not yet: but you have only a few minutes to live, as you have refused the medicine that would have cured you of the fever.' Oh, Fairy, Fairy!' the puppet then began to scream, 'give me the tumbler at once... be quick, for pity's sake, for I will not die--no... I will not die....

When the dead person cries, it is a sign that he is on the road to get well,’ said the Crow solemnly.

Where are the gold pieces now?' the Fairy asked. 'I lost them,' answered Pinocchio, but he told a lie, for he had them in his pocket. As he spoke, his nose, long though it was, became at least two inches longer.

I say that a wise doctor, when he does not know what he is talking about, should know enough to keep his mouth shut.

Centuries ago there lived-- “A king!” my little readers will say immediately. No, children, you are mistaken. Once upon a time there was a piece of wood. It was not an expensive piece of wood.

it struck him exactly on the head, so that the poor Cricket had scarcely breath to cry cri-cri-cri, and then he remained dried up and flattened against the wall.

That puppet there,’ continued the Talking-cricket, ‘is a confirmed rogue. …’ Pinocchio opened his eyes, but shut them again immediately. ‘He is a ragamuffin, a do-nothing, a vagabond. …. Pinocchio hid his face beneath the clothes. ‘That puppet there is a disobedient son who will make his poor father die of a broken heart! …’ At that instant a suffocated sound of sobs and crying was heard in the room. Imagine everybody’s astonishment when, having raised the sheets a little, it was discovered that the sounds came from Pinocchio. ‘When the dead person cries, it is a sign that he is on the road to get well,’ said the Crow solemnly. ‘I grieve to contradict my illustrious friend and colleague,’ added the Owl, ‘but for me, when the dead person cries, it is a sign that he is sorry to die.

On hearing himself called Polendina for the third time, Geppetto lost his head with rage and threw himself upon the carpenter. Then and there they gave each other a sound thrashing. After this fight, Mastro Antonio had two more scratches on his nose, and Geppetto had two buttons missing from his coat. Thus having settled their accounts, they shook hands and swore to be good friends for the rest of their lives.

Davvero - disse fra se il burattino rimettendosi in viaggio – come siamo disgraziati noialtri ragazzi! Tutti ci sgridano, tutti ci ammoniscono, tutti ci danno dei consigli. A lasciarli dire, tutti si metterebbero in capo di essere i nostri babbi e i nostri maestri: tutti anche i Grilli-parlanti. Ecco qui: perché io non ho voluto dar retta a quell’uggioso di Grillo, chi lo sa quante disgrazie, secondo lui, mi dovrebbero accadere! Dovrei incontrare anche gli assassini! Meno male che agli assassini io non ci credo, né ci ho creduto mai. Per me gli assassini sono stati inventati apposta dai babbi, per far paura ai ragazzi che vogliono andare fuori la notte. E poi anche se li trovassi qui sulla strada, mi darebbero forse soggezione? Neanche per sogno. Andrei loro sul viso gridando: “Signori Assassini, cosa vogliono da me? Si rammentino che con me non si scherza. Se ne vadano per i fatti loro, e zitti!” A questa parlantina fatta sul serio, quei poveri assassini, mi par di vederli, scapperebbero via come il vento. Caso poi fossero tanto delicati da non voler scappare, allora scapparei io, e così la farei finita...

A miséria, quando é miséria verdadeira, todos a entendem: até os meninos.

Don't trust, my boy, those who promise to make you rich in a day. Usually they are either mad or rogues!

And Pinocchio, although he was a very merry boy, became sad also; because poverty, when it is real poverty, is understood by everybody - even by boys.