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 spray in grace, Without the asking on your cold, Unsmiling and unfrowning face.
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.
- Eleanor Farjeon
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.
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…
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 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.
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…
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…
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.
All the ill that is in us comes from fear, and all the good from love. - Eleanor Farjeon
All the ill that is in us comes from fear, and all the good from love.
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