Most grown people are like icebergs, three-tenths showing, seven-tenths submerged - that is why a collision with one of them is unexpectedly hurtful. — Rumer Godden Copy Share Image
“When one came to know them it was surprising how childish grown people could be.” — Rumer Godden Copy Share Image
“In good company your thoughts run, in solitude your thought is still; it goes deeper and makes for itself a deeper groove, delves. Delve… — Rumer Godden Copy Share
in California I began to think that, except on the beaches, no-one had the use of their legs. — Rumer Godden Copy Share
Of course one never knows in draft if it's going to turn out, even with my age and experience. — Rumer Godden Copy Share
You can be a nuisance to your family. You mustn't be a nuisance to your friends. — Rumer Godden Copy Share
“Towards four o'clock the dew fell, and she smelled a gust of sweetness from the roses and a paleness showed in the sky to… — Rumer Godden Copy Share
“My nation, as all nations, is becoming a land without peace, without thought, without mind, Madam Abbess. We are suffocating our spirits in commercial… — Rumer Godden Copy Share
“Every piece of writing... starts from what I call a grit... a sight or sound, a sentence or a happening that does not pass… — Rumer Godden Copy Share
If books were Persian carpets, one would not look only at the outer side. because it is the stitch that makes a carpet wear,… — Rumer Godden Copy Share
With everything that happens to you, with everyone you meet who is important to you, you either die a little or are born. — Rumer Godden Copy Share
As one gets older being sad and miserable can become a bit of a habit. To counteract this, she suggests making a point of… — Rumer Godden Copy Share
The best would be to have friends who came and went away; but if I had to choose between their never coming or never… — Rumer Godden Copy Share
“Harriet told her, 'Captain John was so brave. He stayed there in the battle until his leg was shot off.' Victoria's brown eyes rested… — Rumer Godden Copy Share
“The human heart Is unknowable. But in my birthplace The flowers still smell The same as always.” — Rumer Godden Copy Share
