EF

Quotes by Eleanor Farjeon

I want to be good... I try to be good, I do try, and to like everybody. But there are some people – some people I can’t like, however much I try. I hate them – there!
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I want to be good... I try to be good, I do try, and to like everybody. But there are some people – some people I can’t like, however much I try. I hate them – there!
Ecstasy cannot be constant, or it would kill.
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Ecstasy cannot be constant, or it would kill.
In love there are no penalties and no payments, and what is given is indistinguishable from what is received.
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In love there are no penalties and no payments, and what is given is indistinguishable from what is received.
It seems to me there are no rules, only instances; but perhaps that is because I learned no rules, and am only an instance myself.
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It seems to me there are no rules, only instances; but perhaps that is because I learned no rules, and am only an instance myself.
Of what use to destroy the children of evil? It is evil itself we must destroy at the roots.
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Of what use to destroy the children of evil? It is evil itself we must destroy at the roots.
It always gives me a shiver when I see a cat seeing what I can’t see.
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It always gives me a shiver when I see a cat seeing what I can’t see.
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 Moon, And Peter like a piper’s tune, And Alan like the flowing on Of water. And there’s John, like John.
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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 Moon, And Peter like a piper’s tune, And Alan like the flowing on Of water. And there’s John, like John.
It’s no use crying over spilt evils. It’s better to mop them up laughing.
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It’s no use crying over spilt evils. It’s better to mop them up laughing.
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 starshave no number and the sea no rest.
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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 starshave no number and the sea no rest.
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.
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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.
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