Upon your shattered ruins where, This vine will flourish still, as rare, As fresh, as fragrant as of old. Love will not crumble. Eleanor Farjeon More Quotes by Eleanor Farjeon More Quotes From 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 their kiss love had reached its uttermost. But love has no uttermost, as the stars have no number and the sea no rest. Eleanor Farjeon crush love life It always gives me a shiver when I see a cat seeing what I can't see. Eleanor Farjeon cat nature animal We do not lose our friends when they die, we only lose sight of them. Eleanor Farjeon dies sight death The events of childhood do not pass but repeat themselves like seasons of the year. Eleanor Farjeon childhood fatherhood years All the ill that is in us comes from fear, and all the good from love. Eleanor Farjeon love-life ill life Morning has broken Eleanor Farjeon broken song morning 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 to me, for they are things in which without you I am wanting. But together we can make them. Eleanor Farjeon together-we-can fighting life 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 instance seems On Hallowe'en the old ghosts come about us, and they speak to some; to others they are dumb. Eleanor Farjeon dumb speak ghost In love there are no penalties and no payments, and what is given is indistinguishable from what is received. Eleanor Farjeon penalties payment life Cats sleep Anywhere, Any table, Any chair, Top of piano, Window-ledge, In the middle, On the edge. Eleanor Farjeon piano cat sleep There's Carol like a rolling car, And Martin like a flying bird, And Adam like the Lord's First Word, And Raymond like the Harvest Moon, And Peter like a piper's tune, And Alan like the flowing on Of water. And there's John, like John. Eleanor Farjeon car moon water 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 morning life world It's no use crying over spilt evils. It's better to mop them up laughing. Eleanor Farjeon laughter evil laughing Of what use to destroy the children of evil? It is evil itself we must destroy at the roots. Eleanor Farjeon roots evil children 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. Eleanor Farjeon flower grace life Of troubles know I none, Of pleasures know I many - I rove beneath the sun, Without a single penny. Eleanor Farjeon pleasure pennies trouble Ecstasy cannot be constant, or it would kill. Eleanor Farjeon ecstasy constant joy In Fleet Street, in Fleet Street, the People are so fleet, They barely touch the cobble-stones with their nimble feet! Eleanor Farjeon stones feet people Women are so strangely constructed that they have in them darkness as well as light, though it be but a little curtain hung across the sun. And love is the hand that takes the curtain down, a stronger hand than fear, which hung it up. For all the ill that is in us comes from fear, and all the good from love. Eleanor Farjeon light love-is life
