Eleanor Farjeon

“It’s no use crying over spilt evils. It’s better to mop them up laughing.”

“In Arcady there lies a crystal spring Crumbles to its complete oblivion.”

“Of troubles know I none, Without a single penny.”

“Old sundial, you stand here for Time: Unsmiling and unfrowning face.”

“Upon your shattered ruins where Love will not crumble.”

“Dropt tears have hastened your decay Love is eternal.”

“King's Cross! Is rent in two!”

“The little White Chapel All day long”

“Water, Loo! water, Loo! fetch me some water! I'm frightened my little red rose-bush will die.”

“In Fleet Street, in Fleet Street, the People are so fleet They barely touch the cobble-stones with their nimble feet!”

“Bugsby's reach is long as time, And docks in the East Indies.”

“My harp and I a-wandering It sang like any fountain.”

“Out upon you, Jerry! Jerry, you're a pity! Jerry, turn about and plant a garden in the City!”

“Once she kissed me with a jest, And the ring was in my ear?”

“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?”

“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.”

“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.”

“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.”

“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.”

“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.”

“Of what use to destroy the children of evil? It is evil itself we must destroy at the roots.”

“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.”

“Morning has broken, Fresh from the Word!”

“Praise with elation, Of the new day!”

“From the blood of Medusa Like melody rang.”

“His tail was a fountain. And swifter than love.”