All the ill that is in us comes from fear, and all the good from love. — Eleanor Farjeon Copy Share Image
Upon your shattered ruins where This vine will flourish still, as rare, As fresh, as fragrant as of old. Love will not… — Eleanor Farjeon Copy Share Image
No love-story has ever been told twice. I never heard any tale of lovers that did not seem to me as new… — Eleanor Farjeon Copy Share Image
Love has no uttermost, as the starshave no number and the sea no rest. — Eleanor Farjeon Copy Share Image
In love there are no penalties and no payments, and what is given is indistinguishable from what is received. — Eleanor Farjeon Copy Share Image
Every man's life (and ... every woman's life), awaits the hour of blossoming that makes it immortal ... love is a divinity… — Eleanor Farjeon Copy Share Image
And he loved her, both for her fault and her redemption of it, more than he had ever thought that he could… — Eleanor Farjeon Copy Share Image
He loved her, both for her fault and her redemption of it, more than he had ever thought that he could love… — Eleanor Farjeon Copy Share Image
Old sundial, you stand here for Time: For Love, the vine that round your base Its tendrils twines, and dares to climb… — Eleanor Farjeon Copy Share Image
Dropt tears have hastened your decay And brought you one step nigher death; And you have heard, unthrilled, unmoved, The music of… — Eleanor Farjeon Copy Share Image
I will fight for you, yes, and you will fight for me. And if you have sacrificed joy and courage and beauty… — Eleanor Farjeon Copy Share Image
Women are so strangely constructed that they have in them darkness as well as light, though it be but a little curtain… — Eleanor Farjeon Copy Share Image
I will fight for you, yes, and you will fight for me. And if you have sacrificed joy and courage and beauty and wisdom… — Eleanor Farjeon Copy Share
He loved her, both for her fault and her redemption of it, more than he had ever thought that he could love her; for… — Eleanor Farjeon Copy Share
He bent his head and kissed her long and deeply, and in that kiss neither knew themselves, or even each other, but something beyond… — Eleanor Farjeon Copy Share
Old sundial, you stand here for Time: For Love, the vine that round your base Its tendrils twines, and dares to climb And lay… — Eleanor Farjeon Copy Share
The events of childhood do not pass but repeat themselves like seasons of the year. — Eleanor Farjeon Copy Share
“Love has no uttermost, as the stars have no number and the sea no rest. ” — Eleanor Farjeon Copy Share
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… — Eleanor Farjeon Copy Share
Cats sleep Anywhere, Any table, Any chair, Top of piano, Window-ledge, In the middle, On the edge. — Eleanor Farjeon Copy Share
Of troubles know I none, Of pleasures know I many - I rove beneath the sun, Without a single penny. — Eleanor Farjeon Copy Share
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 Copy Share
Morning has broken Like the first morning. Blackbird has spoken Like the first bird. — Eleanor Farjeon Copy Share
In Fleet Street, in Fleet Street, the People are so fleet, They barely touch the cobble-stones with their nimble feet! — Eleanor Farjeon Copy Share
It seems to me there are no rules, only instances; but perhaps that is because I learned no rules, and am only an instance… — Eleanor Farjeon Copy Share
Praise with elation Praise every morning Spring's re-creation Of the First Day! — Eleanor Farjeon Copy Share
