“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 their kiss love had reached its uttermost. But love has no uttermost, as the stars have no number and the sea no rest.”
“It’s no use crying over spilt evils. It’s better to mop them up laughing.”
Eleanor Farjeon
“Romance gathers round an old story like lichen on an old branch. And the story of Martin Pippin in the Apple Orchard is so old now — some say a year old, some say even two. How can the children be exp...”
Eleanor Farjeon
“Every man's life (and … every woman's life), awaits the hour of blossoming that makes it immortal … love is a divinity above all accidents, and guards his own with extraordinary obstinacy.”
Eleanor Farjeon
“No love-story has ever been told twice. I never heard any tale of lovers that did not seem to me as new as the world on its first morning.”
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 all to you again; and yet you must also give them t...”
Eleanor Farjeon