I adore Elizabeth Goudge and everything she has written! A few of my favorite quotes:
p. 141 "They had more star-shine in their souls than most men. It shone out of them like light of another country."
p. 157 "Somehow it did not occur to her than he might not love her; she took for granted that what she gave to him he would be able to give to her; she did not know yet that out of the depth of her own nature she made demands upon others that could not be satisfied unless their depth equaled her own...To be happy. To be satisfied. To be fulfilled."
p. 163 "If love for the one person in the world could be like this, a cool fragrant hiding place built round the well of life into which one could creep and be refreshed when the storms of this word became more than one could put up with..."
p. 166 "Her capacity for love was large."
p. 175 "...to keep in her sight the portals of those gates that led into the country for which she longed."
p. 247 "For herself Joyeuce had not dread of death, for she was one of those anxious pilgrims who look towards it as to a resting place where there is no more need for endurance."
p. 249 "She had discovered that in the long run we bear our own burdens. Others, as they pass us, can put a hand beneath them for a moment only, but they do not stop for long, and at the turn of the road the whole weight is back on our shoulders again."
p. 254 "News of a far country."
p. 255 "You must not grieve. There is another country."
p. 260 "It's not as bad as you think. The deeper you go into pain the more certain are you that all that happens to you has an explanation and purpose. You don't know what they are but you know they are there. You don't suffer any less because of the certainty but you would rather suffer and have it than just enjoy yourself and not have it."
p. 268 "It seemed that suffering of any sort made one lonely."
p. 269 "As the body turns always homeward at evening when the crowds are gone, so perhaps there is a country of the spirit to which the spirit turns in desolation. Perhaps one needed to be desolate to find that country, for if one were always happy one would not bother to look for it...what was that country?...Heaven. Fairyland. The land beyond the sunset. The land above the stars where the great multitude which no man can number stand before the throne, clothed with white robes and palms in their hands. The land behind the tree trunks where Queen Mab and her fairies leave the track of their passing in flowers upon the grass. Raleigh's land where birds of white and carnation perch in tall cedar trees, where the stones are of gold and silver and rivers fall down crystal mountains with the noise of a thousand bells clanging together...They gave it so many different names, but he supposed it was the same place and that the spirits of some lucky people, saints and little children and dreamers like Raleigh, could follow the road of loneliness until they reached their home...
He opened his eyes and found himself gazing straight at a blazing star. His blood tingled through his veins and he felt himself gripped by a strange excitement. Was this his star, whose face he had thought was turned away from him? Was it at last pointing upon him graciously? It shone so brightly straight into his eyes that for a moment, he put up his hand to cover them. It was surely speaking to him. It said, "come."
The young man who stepped out of the porch...was no longer lonely and unhappy. HE was Saint Nicholas, the Christmas saint, come down from heaven, or Oberon kind of the fays, or a sailor sailing towards the sunset. He was caught in a fairy tale and the glory of it swept him along as though his feet were winged.
p. 272 "The love of God is with man...That, Nicholas knew suddenly, is the news of the far country, the mystery like a nugget of gold that men travel so far to seek, the fact that is stated but not explained by all the pictures that have been painted and by all the music and the poetry that has been written since the dawn of the world. It was as easy as that, and as difficult."
p. 285 "Grace, the boys, and the twins stared sadly and a little sullenly into the fire, for they felt that happiness was their right at this season and they could not but feel bitter against the fate that had snatched it away from them."
p. 291 A love poem
p. 295 "...he realized that in spite of all assertions to the contrary, it is in this world the old who must serve the young; they are wasted by them, despoiled of their riches and wisdom by them, grateful if they can win their liking and allegiance, thankful at the end to be given, as reward for their sacrifice and labors, a small portion of a warm chimney to end their days in."
p. 299 "I think my love permeates her life, and hers mine. It is to me what light is to the sun and perfume to the rose; I am valueless without it."
p. 300 "I think that she is not happy in a humdrum life...She wants unordinary experiences and it is not good for her that she should have them only in her spirit. She needs to laugh and sing and dance. She needs to wear a new dress every day and have all the men at Court writing verses to her eyebrows. She needs to be so very happy for a short while that the whole of the rest of her life will glow with it."
p. 358 "And then she died; died as a wild bird will die who is shut in too small a cage."
p. 376 "It is always love of something that brings joy; love of some human being, of beauty or love or of learning. Love is the unchanging landscape at which, among the changes and chances of this mortal life, we sometimes look through the peephole of joy; the love of God of which human love is a tiny echo. To be lost in it will be to have eternal life. One can know no more than that."
p. 386 "...years of unceasing work and anxiety that would never break her spirit but would strip of her beauty and make of her a weary old woman."