Status Updates From The Rosemary Tree

"Fool," she said to herself. "It's the tooth. The world seems so abominably wicked when a tooth is still in and so dreadfully pathetic when a tooth's just out. I expect the only really balanced people are the people with dentures." 😂

"He on honeydew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of paradise."

"Plainly I cannot glose,
Ye be, as I divine,
The pretty primerose,
The goodly columbine."

"For honor travels in a strait so narrow...keep then the path."

"Seeds blow into crannies in the rock, dead-looking brown things hardly larger than grains of dust, and then unbelievably flower into snapdragon and valerian. It was miraculous how such gay things could grow in the rock. And if she stayed here much longer it would be miraculous if there was any lunch."
I love reading about Winkle's dream world.

"Nerves," thought Harriet, "We never had them when I was young. Tinned food and aeroplanes. Strawberries at Christmas and travelling faster than sound. Flying in the face of Providence don't give the stomach a chance. Dear God, why can't they laugh at each other? There's a yaffingale laughing." She folded her hands under her rug. "Dear God, why can't they let that laughing bird teach them a bit of sense?"

"In his eagerness he hardly stopped to wonder, as he normally did whenever he entered his home, why the builders of Victorian vicarages had so concentrated upon darkness, draughts and unwanted space."

"He took off his coat, rolled up his shirtsleeves, lifted up to Almighty God the magnitude of his failure and the triviality of his task, and applied himself to the latter."

Well, that chapter wasn't as good as the others...🤢

"Bringing up children, she thought, was like pouring ginger beer into a tumbler. All went well up to a certain point, and then it all frothed over the top. It was only Pat, so far. Margary was not the frothy type and she still had her Winkle down at the bottom of the tumbler." 🤣🤣🤣

"My thought are going after her, and it is that way my soul would follow her, lightly, and airily, and happily, and I would be rid of all my great troubles."

All right, Miss Goudge, do NOT ruin this beautiful, wonderful book!!! 😠

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John turned hastily away, for he hated visitors, either his own or other people's.
...In fact what it boiled down to was that he was terrified of all well-born, well-dressed, prosperous, good-looking, self assured females between the ages of twenty and seventy-five. 😂😂

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I cannot believe elizabeth goudge's grasp on the brokenness and the beauty of humanity is This Good. no words, head full of ms. giles and ms. o'hara and MICHAEL AND DAPHNE AND JOHN AUGH....... i'm going to cry.

"Ye know not when the master of the house cometh, at even, or at midnight or at the cock-crowing or in the morning?" From what recesses of his memory had that quotation come? The master. What a name to give to those visitations of the darkness. Yet not unsuitable because for most men in these days fear was the master of life.

"It's the tooth. The world seems so abominably wicked when a tooth is still in and so dreadfully pathetic when a tooth's just out. I expect the only really balanced people are the people with dentures." 😂

"For once in a way she was feeling peaceful, and happy, she who was always so depressed and restless. Seeds blow into crannies in the rock, dead-looking brown things hardly larger than grains of dust, and then unbelievably flower into snapdragon and valerian. It was miraculous how such gay things could grow in the rock."

Such a beautiful book already! 😌