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Elizabeth Goudge

Elizabeth de Beauchamp Goudge FRSL (24 April 1900 – 1 April 1984) was an English author of novels, short stories and children's books as Elizabeth Goudge. She won the Carnegie Medal for British children's books in 1946 for The Little White Horse. She was a best-selling author in both the UK and the US from the 1930s through the 1970s.

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Happy the man who lives long enough to acknowledge his ignorance

Acknowledge, Ignorance, Long, Man, Men

The sun is still there. . . even if clouds drift over it. Once you have experienced the reality of sunshine you may weep, but you will never feel ice about your heart again.

Drift, Heart, Inspirational, Reality, Sun, Sunshine

Most of the basic truths of life sound absurd at first hearing.

Absurd, Hearing, Sound, Truth, Truths

The dawn came - not the flaming sky that promises storm, but a golden dawn of infinite promise. The birds came flying up out of the east in wedge-shaped formation, and the mist lifted in soft wreaths of sun-shot silver. Colour came back to the world. The grass glowed with a green so vivid that it seemed pulsing, like flame, from some hidden fire in the earth, the distant woods took on all the amazing deep crimsons and purples of their winter colouring, the banks were studded with their jewels of lichens and bright moss, and above the wet hedges shone with sun-shot orbs of light.

Fire, Moss, Sky, Storm, Wet, Winter

autumn days have a holiness that spring lacks. . . They are like old serene saints for whom death has lost its terror.

Autumn, Holiness, Lacks, Saint, Serene, Spring

What is the scent of water?" "Renewal. The goodness of God coming down like dew.

Coming, Dew, Like, Scent, Water

Sensible fathers and mothers, when their children marry, go back to the old days and renew their youth.

Children, Days, Father, Fathers, Mother

I have known him nearly all my life, and I am going to marry him, so that there won't ever be a time when I shan't know him.

Known, Knows, Life, Marry, Time

To be sorry and glad together is to be perceptive to the richness of life.

Perceptive, Richness, Richness Of Life, Sorry, Together

I doubt if we nuns are really as self-sacrificing as we must seem to be to you who live in the world. We don't give everything for nothing, you know. The mystery plays fair.

Doubt, Everything, Play, Plays, Sacrifice, Self

[I]f you believe in God omnipresent, then you must believe everything that comes into your life, person or event, must have something of God in it to be experienced and loved; not hated.

Believe, Events, Experienced, God, Hated, Person

to know perfect happiness a woman may be a mother, but must be a grandmother.

Grandmother, Grandparent, Mother, Perfect

I've never been one for religion, but yet I've never been what ye could call an unbeliever. What I say is, nothin' don't seem impossible once you've clapped eyes on a whale.

Eye, Eyes, Impossible, Religion, Unbeliever, Whales

The child in us is always there, you know, and it's the best part of us, the winged part that travels farthest.

Childhood, Children, Farthest, Knows, Part, Winged

she had long accepted the fact that happiness is like swallows in Spring. It may come and nest under your eaves or it may not. You cannot command it. When you expect to be happy you are not, when you don't expect to be happy there's suddenly Easter in your soul, though it be midwinter.

Easter, Long, Soul, Spring, Under

There's much that goes to the makin' of a man or woman into somethin' better than a brute beast, but there's three things in chief, an' they're the places where life sets us down, an' the folks life knocks us up against, an' -- not the things ye get, but the things ye don't get.

Beast, Makin, Man, Men, Places, Three

A well-trained dog is like religion, it sets the deserving at their ease and is a terror to evildoers.

Dog, Ease, Terror, Religion, Deserving

Water, wind and birdsong were the echoes in this quiet place of a great chiming symphony that was surging around the world. Knee-deep in grasses and moon daisies, Stella stood and listened, swaying a little as the flowers and trees were swaying, her spirit voice singing loudly, though her lips were still, and every pulse in her body beating its hammer strokes in time to the song.

Flower, Moon, Singing, Song, Surging, Trees

What is the distinguishing mark of an aristocrat?' she asked him suddenly. 'Reverence,' he replied.

Asked, Distinguishing, Mark, Replied, Reverence

But a hare, now, that is a different thing altogether. A hare is not a pet but a person. Hares are clever and brave and loving, and they have fairy blood in them. It’s a grand thing to have a hare for a friend.

Altogether, Blood, Brave, Clever, Hares, Loving

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