"Robin, sitting opposite Maria at the oak table spread with its snowy cloth, gazed at her in astounded appreciation of her appearance, but was at first too much occupied in eating to say anything about it. However, when he had devoured half a loaf and a lot of parkin he at last gave tongue.
‘That’s a pretty dress,’…"
The Little White Horse By: Elizabeth Goudge

Who Am I?

A little excerpt from a poem that I friend referenced to me. How true the statements are…

"…Am I then really that which other men tell of?
Or am I only what I myself know of myself?
Restless and longing and sick, like a bird in a cage,
Struggling for breath, as though hands were compressing my throat…
Powerlessly trembling for friends at an infinite distance,
Weary and empty at praying, at thinking, at making,
Faint, and ready to say farewell to it all.

Who am I? This or the Other?
Am I one person today and tomorrow another?
Am I both at once? A hypocrite before others,
And before myself a contemptible woebegone weakling?
Or is something within me still like a beaten army
Fleeing in disorder from victory already achieved?

Who am I? They mock me, these lonely questions of mine.
Whoever I am, Thou knowest, O God, I am thine! “

-Dietrich Bonhoeffer

"Black William’s Daughter was a beautiful girl, tiny and exquisite as a fairy child, slim as the sickle moon; not dark-complexioned like her father, but of an exquisite fairness, with silvery fair hair and silvery grey eyes and and skin like milk. Indeed so silvery fair was she, and so regal was her air, that throughout the valley she was called the Moon Princess."
The Little White Horse By: Elizabeth Goudge

To the Girl Next to Me in Marketing...

  • Please pay no mind to me whilst I OD on a bag of chocolate covered espresso beans lodged in my bag.
"'Robin!' she cried reproachfully. 'Why did you leave off coming to the Square Garden?'
‘We were getting too old for those children’s games,’ he said. ‘Soon you would have been bored with them, and as soon as you had begun to be bored you wouldn’t have believed in me any more. People only believe when they are interested. It was was better to go away before you began to be bored. I knew you’d come to Moonacre. I knew I’d see you again. You won’t be bored by what we have to do together here—my word, you won’t! You’ll be frightened, but you won’t be bored.’"
The Little White Horse By: Elizabeth Goudge
"Oh you were beautiful, when your hair was a mess and your face a wreck. You were beautiful when you slept and when you wept. You were beautiful when you never thought you were, because I saw you in those moments, I saw all of you; and oh how I loved you."
T.B. LaBerge // Unwritten Letters to You (via tblaberge)