if you think you know, you don't ask questions, or if you ask, you don't listen to the answers. Everyone, everything, each thing, is different, so that it isn't safe to know. You - you have to grope. — 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 Image
in California I began to think that, except on the beaches, no-one had the use of their legs. — Rumer Godden Copy Share Image
Of course one never knows in draft if it's going to turn out, even with my age and experience. — Rumer Godden Copy Share Image
You can be a nuisance to your family. You mustn't be a nuisance to your friends. — Rumer Godden Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“The human heart Is unknowable. But in my birthplace The flowers still smell The same as always.” — Rumer Godden Copy Share Image
