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“There was a good deal to be said, Hilary decided, for middle age and infirmity. The years in which one demanded much of life were left behind, together with the bitterness of not getting what one wanted. One's values, too, were altered. Gifts that once one took for granted, sunshine and birdsong, freedom from pain, sleep and one's daily bread, seemed now so extraordinarily precious.”

Quote by Elizabeth Goudge

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Elizabeth Goudge
Elizabeth Goudge

Elizabeth Goudge was a British author born on April 24, 1900, in Kent, England, and passed away on April 1, 1984. Known for her delicate emotions and rich imagination, her works mainly include historical novels and fantasy novels. Goudge's writing often explores themes of humanity, faith, and morality, which have won her a wide audience. more

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