Eileen Goudge > Quotes

“Why was it that the only choices that truly mattered were the ones you felt least prepare to make?”
― Eileen Goudge

“Still waters run deep.”
― Eileen Goudge, Once in a Blue Moon

“Looking at him now, she saw a study in contrasts. Someone who was kind and loyal but who could also be stubborn and intractable; who was his own man but also your typical man from Mars; who was always there for her but who had a tendency to hold back when showing his own emotions; who was forgetful at times but who never forgot was was most important. In short, someone who wasn't perfect but perfect for her, because of rather than in spite of his flaws.”
― Eileen Goudge, The Replacement Wife

“muddy water is often made clear if allowed to stand still.”
― Eileen Goudge, Golden Lilies

“in life, certain choices are like dying. Final, with no hope of ever turning back. You simply have to get through it with as much grace as you can muster.”
― Eileen Goudge, Thorns of Truth

“He did not want his son to be all for present success, as the American, or to be all for tradition, as is the Englishman, but he thought the two might find a happy meeting place in a mind not yet well formed.”
― Eileen Goudge, Golden Lilies

“a heart that is busy cannot mourn,”
― Eileen Goudge, Golden Lilies

“Friends! It is only when the cold season comes that we know the pine tree and the cypress to be evergreens, and friends are known in adversity.”
― Eileen Goudge, Golden Lilies

“a world where Murphy’s Law reigned, be prepared for all contingencies at all times.”
― Eileen Goudge, The Second Silence

“Besos desesperados que hablaban de finales, más que de comienzos”
― Eileen Goudge, Garden of Lies

“blue-and-white helmet, and the muscles in his powerful dark forearms knotting as”
― Eileen Goudge, Trail of Secrets

“how grateful we are when our world is falling apart for even the smallest reprieves. A gentle touch. A kind word. Forgiveness.”
― Eileen Goudge, Garden of Lies

“why is it that the things that matter most, we get so close, we don’t see them?”
― Eileen Goudge, Garden of Lies

“feel ridiculous,” she muttered. “And I feel like a jerk for getting thrown,”
― Eileen Goudge, Trail of Secrets

“as poison that reaches the blood spreads through the body, so does the love of gossip spread through the soul of woman.”
― Eileen Goudge, Golden Lilies

“gimcrack”
― Eileen Goudge, Garden of Lies

“He would always love her, in one way. But was love ever that simple? One thing and not another? Defining how he felt about Rose would be like trying to cut a piece out of the sky.”
― Eileen Goudge, Garden of Lies

“He had been far away from home, and something terrible had happened … and it was that something which had taken their lives and blown them apart. She understood too, now, after all these years, that Brian hadn’t meant to hurt her.”
― Eileen Goudge, Garden of Lies

“You may break, you may shatter the vase, if you will, But the scent of roses will hang round it still. Thomas Moore”
― Eileen Goudge, Garden of Lies

“wedding”
― Eileen Goudge, Garden of Lies

“killing a buffalo, then cutting open its belly and crawling inside until the storm had passed. And that’s what she’d done with Max, wasn’t it? She’d used him to stay warm.”
― Eileen Goudge, Garden of Lies

“and in the wedge of light from the hallway she thought she saw something flicker”
― Eileen Goudge, Trail of Secrets

“I guess I’d rather remember the good things than throw them all out with the bad.”
― Eileen Goudge, Garden of Lies

“Why was it that the only choices that truly mattered were the ones you felt least prepared to make?”
― Eileen Goudge, The Second Silence

“you can love more than one person, each love with its own subtle shadings, one maybe stronger but not necessarily canceling out the other.”
― Eileen Goudge, Garden of Lies

“Mon Amour, Toujours. All My Love,”
― Eileen Goudge, Thorns of Truth

“What else should she have expected? That he’d be here, waiting with open arms for her forever? No. She had hurt him. And he had done what any sane person would do. And now it was too late.”
― Eileen Goudge, Garden of Lies

“My firstborn, Michael, nearly died in his first moments of life, and he was sickly for some weeks after. I recall clearly those anxious days, peering into his incubator. I remember aching to hold him, and yet, superstitiously, I feared that if I made that connection, if I dared to love him more than I already did, he would be snatched from me.”
― Eileen Goudge, Golden Lilies

“Sylvie heard her mama’s voice in her head as if she were in the next chair. A real lady wears a cloth coat as if it were her best mink, and tosses her mink about as if it were cloth. If only she could be here now, see Sylvie’s own Russian sable hanging in the anteroom. Mama, with her one good black coat, relined again and again over the years.”
― Eileen Goudge, Garden of Lies

“A woman growing stronger with age, rather than weaker. A woman who now had more than the faded remnants of youthful prettiness. A woman with a good head, who was finally learning how to use it.”
― Eileen Goudge, Garden of Lies