...accustomed like the white blackbird to the loneliness of eccentricity yet never quite reconciled to it, they found in each other's oddness a most comforting compatibility.

— Elizabeth Goudge

All human beings have their otherness, and it is that which cries out to the heart.

— Elizabeth Goudge

All we are asked to bear we can bear. That is a law of the spiritual life. The only hindrance to the working of this law as of all benign laws is fear.

— Elizabeth Goudge

Are you quite sure that you want to hear it?" he asked. "Sometimes, Maria, a story that one hears starts one off doing things that one would not have had to do if one had not heard it.

— Elizabeth Goudge

A well-trained dog is like religion, it sets the deserving at their ease and is a terror to evildoers.

— Elizabeth Goudge

Be at peace now and let the tide carry you into calm water. That is all you have to do for the moment. God bless you.

— Elizabeth Goudge

Don't waste hate on pink geranium.

— Elizabeth Goudge

Ferrari's thoughts had been his. As before he had understood his remorse so now he understood the mental chains that had imprisoned him. The poor wretch could not move. Misery had become apathy and apathy had brought the inevitable paralysis of the will.

— Elizabeth Goudge

For a few minutes the anxiety that tormented him had vanished, leaving his mind as serene as the beauty he looked at. Very lovely, he thought, are the sudden moments of relief that come in the midst of strain, those moments of forgetfulness when we are "teased out of thought" by a bird or a flower or the sight of old roofs in the sun; lovely though so transient, the reversal of those brief moments of misery that visit us even in the midst of joy.

— Elizabeth Goudge

For she had discovered that as well as the evil web there was another. This to bound spirits together, but not in a tangle, it was a patterned web and one could see the silver pattern when the sun shone upon it. It seemed much frailer than the dark tangle, that had a hideous strength, but it might not be so always, not in the final reckoning.

— Elizabeth Goudge