Ellis Peters
Ellis Peters
Edith Mary Pargeter, OBE, BEM, also known by her nom de plume Ellis Peters, was an English author of works in many categories, especially history and historical fiction, and was also honoured for her translations of Czech classics; she is probably best known for her murder mysteries, both historical and modern. She is well known for her medieval-detective series The Cadfael Chronicles...
NationalityBritish
ProfessionAuthor
Date of Birth28 September 1913
heart quality youth
Youth is no less vulnerable, by the very quality it has of making the heart ache that beholds and has lost it.
truth half demand
You cannot demand truth, and then select half and throw the inconvenient remainder away.
trust imperfect-world too-much
Too much trust is folly, in an imperfect world.
receiving benefits favors
Nothing is more pleasing and engaging than the sense of having conferred benefits. Not even the gratification of receiving them.
hate odds reason
There is no one who cannot be hated, against whatever odds. Nor anyone who cannot be loved, against all reason.
home
as roads go, the road home is as good as any.
men illusion wounds
It takes a lot to wound a man without illusions.
integrity
Integrity expects integrity.
travel holiday spots
the success of a holiday depends on what you find for yourself on the spot, not what you bring with you.
beautiful running thinking
If ever you do go back, what is it you want of Evesham?" "Do I know? [...] The silence, it might be ... or the stillness. To have no more running to do ... to have arrived, and have no more need to run. The appetite changes. Now I think it would be a beautiful thing to be still.
men dedication giving
Every man has within him only one life and one nature ... It behooves a man to look within himself and turn to the best dedication possible those endowments he has from his Maker. You do no wrong in questioning what once you held to be right for you, if now it has come to seem wrong. Put away all thought of being bound. We do not want you bound. No one who is not free can give freely.
home circles half
Life goes not in a straight line, lad, but in a circle. The first half we spend venturing as far as the world's end from home and kin and stillness, and the latter half brings us back, by roundabout ways but surely, to that state from which we set out.
nature spring contentment
Every spring is the only spring, a perpetual astonishment.
devil saint deny
You'll never get to be a saint if you deny the bit of the devil in you.