Eleanor Farjeon quotes

Praise with elation, Praise every morning, God's re-creation Of the new day! (Eleanor Farjeon)
It's no use crying over spilt evils. It's better to mop them up laughing.
Eleanor Farjeon
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
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
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
Of what use to destroy the children of evil? It is evil itself we must destroy at the roots.
Eleanor Farjeon
In Fleet Street, in Fleet Street, the People are so fleet, They barely touch the cobble-stones with their nimble feet!
Eleanor Farjeon
Of troubles know I none, Of pleasures know I many - I rove beneath the sun Without a single penny.
Eleanor Farjeon
Water, Loo! water, Loo! fetch me some water! There isn't a drop for a mile and a quarter! The ground is so hard and the ground is so dry I'm frightened my little red rose-bush will die.
Eleanor Farjeon
The little White Chapel Is ringing its bell With a ring-a-ding-dong, All day long.
Eleanor Farjeon
King's Cross! What shall we do? His Purple Robe Is rent in two! (Eleanor Farjeon)
My harp and I a-wandering Went over Snowdon Mountain, From Anglesey to Swansea Bay It sang like any fountain.
Eleanor Farjeon
Morning has broken, Like the first morning, Blackbird has spoken Like the first bird. Praise for the singing! Praise for the morning! Praise for them springing Fresh from the Word!
Eleanor Farjeon
Morning has broken Like the first morning. Blackbird has spoken Like the first bird.
Eleanor Farjeon
All the ill that is in us comes from fear, and all the good from love.
Eleanor Farjeon
Once she kissed me with a jest, Once with a tear - O where's the heart was in my breast, And the ring was in my ear?
Eleanor Farjeon
In Arcady there lies a crystal spring Ring'd all about with green melodious reeds Swaying seal'd music up and down the wind. Here on its time-defaced pedestal The image of a half-forgotten God Crumbles to its complete oblivion.
Eleanor Farjeon
From the blood of Medusa Pegasus sprang. His hoof of heaven Like melody rang.
Eleanor Farjeon
Romance gathers round an old story like lichen on an old branch. And the story of Martin Pippin in the Apple Orchard is so old now - some say a year old, some say even two. How can the children be expected to remember?
Eleanor Farjeon
Out upon you, Jerry! Jerry, you're a pity! Jerry, turn about and plant a garden in the City!
Eleanor Farjeon
Bugsby's reach is long as time, His reach is wide as wind is, He can pick you nettles in Greenwich Marsh And docks in the East Indies. (Eleanor Farjeon)
Every man's life (and ... every woman's life), awaits the hour of blossoming that makes it immortal ... love is a divinity above all accidents, and guards his own with extraordinary obstinacy.
Eleanor Farjeon
'In love there are no penalties and no payments, and what is given is indistinguishable from what is received.' And he bent his head and kissed her long and deeply, and in that kiss neither knew themselves, or even each other, but something beyond all consciousness that was both of them.
Eleanor Farjeon
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
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