Our home, our special country, is for all of us the place where we find liberation; a very difficult word ... that tries to describe something that can't be described but is the only thing worth having. Elizabeth Goudge More Quotes by Elizabeth Goudge More Quotes From Elizabeth Goudge A well-trained dog is like religion, it sets the deserving at their ease and is a terror to evildoers. Elizabeth Goudge terror dog ease Jean was visited by one of her rare moments of happiness, one of those moments when the goodness of God was so real to her that it was like taste and scent; the rough strong taste of honey in the comb and the scent of water. Her thoughts of God had a homeliness that at times seemed shocking, in spite of their power, which could rescue her from terror or evil with an ease that astonished her. Elizabeth Goudge strong real evil There is always something particularly delightful about exceptions to a rule. Elizabeth Goudge delightful exception Don't waste hate on pink geranium. Elizabeth Goudge waste hate All we are asked to bear we can bear. Elizabeth Goudge bears Faith given back to us after a night of doubt is a stronger thing, and far more valuable to us than faith that has never been tested. Elizabeth Goudge faith doubt night 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. Elizabeth Goudge light fire winter She realized with deep respect that this woman had always done what she had to do and faced what she had to face. If many of her fears and burdens would have seemed unreal to another woman, there was nothing unreal about her courage. Elizabeth Goudge done fear faces There was a good deal to be said, Hilary decided, for middle age and infirmity. The years in which one demanded much of life were left behind, together with the bitterness of not getting what one wanted. One's values, too, were altered. Gifts that once one took for granted, sunshine and birdsong, freedom from pain, sleep and one's daily bread, seemed now so extraordinarily precious. Elizabeth Goudge sunshine pain sleep 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. Elizabeth Goudge flower moon song Writers and painters have a medium that can foster self-effacements. Actors haven't. An actor can't hide himself behind paper or canvas. If you're not there your art's not there. That's why we actors are often such self-centered objects. Elizabeth Goudge paper self art ...The simple little words came easily, fitting themselves to the tune that had come out of the harpsichord. It didn't seem to her that she made them up at all. It seemed to her that they flew in from the rose-garden, through the open window, like a lot of butterflies, poised themselves on the point of her pen, and fell off it on to the paper. Elizabeth Goudge butterfly garden simple The whole universe was stilled as if listening for a voice. For the space of one heartbeat there was peace on earth. For one fraction of a moment there was no deed of violence wrought on earth, no hatred, no fire, no whirlwind, no pain, no fear. Existence rested against the heart of God, then sighed and journeyed again. Elizabeth Goudge pain fire heart 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. Elizabeth Goudge whales eye impossible 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. Elizabeth Goudge brave clever blood The perfect moment, once lost, is not easily found again. Elizabeth Goudge moments perfect lost Cleanliness', chuckled Sir Benjamin, noting his great niece's delighted smile as her eyes rested upon him, 'comes next to godliness, eh, Maria? Elizabeth Goudge niece next eye "Most of us tend to belittle all suffering except our own," said Mary. "I think it's fear. We don't want to come too near in case we're sucked in and have to share it". Elizabeth Goudge suffering want thinking To be sorry and glad together is to be perceptive to the richness of life. Elizabeth Goudge richness-of-life sorry together Sensible fathers and mothers, when their children marry, go back to the old days and renew their youth. Elizabeth Goudge mother father children
