He bent his head and kissed her long and deeply, and in that kiss neither knew themselves, or even each other, but something beyond all consciousness that was both of them.
And he loved her, both for her fault and her redemption of it, more than he had ever thought that he could love her; for he had believed that in thei… - Eleanor Farjeon
And he loved her, both for her fault and her redemption of it, more than he had ever thought that he could love her; for he had believed that in thei…
- Eleanor Farjeon
It always gives me a shiver when I see a cat seeing what I can't see. - Eleanor Farjeon
It always gives me a shiver when I see a cat seeing what I can't see.
The events of childhood do not pass but repeat themselves like seasons of the year. - Eleanor Farjeon
The events of childhood do not pass but repeat themselves like seasons of the year.
I will fight for you, yes, and you will fight for me. And if you have sacrificed joy and courage and beauty and wisdom for my sake, I will give them … - Eleanor Farjeon
I will fight for you, yes, and you will fight for me. And if you have sacrificed joy and courage and beauty and wisdom for my sake, I will give them …
It's no use crying over spilt evils. It's better to mop them up laughing. - Eleanor Farjeon
It's no use crying over spilt evils. It's better to mop them up laughing.
We do not lose our friends when they die, we only lose sight of them. - Eleanor Farjeon
We do not lose our friends when they die, we only lose sight of them.
He bent his head and kissed her long and deeply, and in that kiss neither knew themselves, or even each other, but something beyond all consciousness… - Eleanor Farjeon
He bent his head and kissed her long and deeply, and in that kiss neither knew themselves, or even each other, but something beyond all consciousness…
Old sundial, you stand here for Time: For Love, the vine that round your base, Its tendrils twines, and dares to climb, And lay one flower-capped spr… - Eleanor Farjeon
Old sundial, you stand here for Time: For Love, the vine that round your base, Its tendrils twines, and dares to climb, And lay one flower-capped spr…
It seems to me there are no rules, only instances; but perhaps that is because I learned no rules, and am only an instance myself. - Eleanor Farjeon
It seems to me there are no rules, only instances; but perhaps that is because I learned no rules, and am only an instance myself.
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