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Godric

Name: Godric
Author: Frederick Buechner

Godric is a novel published in 1981, written by Frederick Buechner, that tells the semi-fictionalised life story of medieval Catholic saint Godric of Finchale. The novel was a finalist for the Pulitzer Prize.

“Remember me not for the ill I've done but for the good I've dreamed.”

Frederick Buechner book Godric

Source: Godric

“It’s less the words they say than those they leave unsaid that split old friends apart.”

Frederick Buechner book Godric

Source: Godric (1980)

“Nothing human's not a broth of false and true.”

Frederick Buechner book Godric

Godric (1980)

“What's lost is nothing to what's found, and all the death that ever was, set next to life, would scarcely fill a cup.”

Frederick Buechner book Godric

Godric (1980)

“He also said we should carve in the year and place where I was born, but I said no. As a man dies many times before he's dead, so does he wend from birth to birth until, by grace, he comes alive at last.”

Frederick Buechner book Godric

Godric (1980)

“When friends speak overmuch of times gone by, often it's because they sense their present time is turning them from friends to strangers. Long before the moment came to say goodbye, I think, we said goodbye in other words and ways and silences. Then when the moment came for it at last, we didn't say it as should be said by friends. So now at last, dear Mouse, with many, many years between: goodbye.”

Frederick Buechner book Godric

Godric (1980)

“Five friends I had, and two of them snakes.”

Frederick Buechner book Godric

Godric (1980)

“O thou who art the sparrow's friend," he said, "have mercy on this world that knows not even when it sins. O holy dove, descend and roost on Godric here so that a heart may hatch in him at last. Amen.”

Frederick Buechner book Godric

Godric (1980)

“So ever and again young Godric’s dreams well up to flood old Godric’s prayers, or prayers and dreams reach God in such a snarl he has to comb the tangle out, and who knows which he counts more dear.”

Frederick Buechner book Godric

Godric (1980)

“How Adewen stuffed her braid in her mouth at that! Or she'd cover her mirth with her hands and shake till you'd think that the fit was upon her. She did the same too when she wept so you'd never be sure which she hid with her hands, her tears or her cackling. I think there were times she herself didn't know, nor does anyone know at times. Laugh till you weep. Weep till there's nothing left but to laugh at your weeping. In the end it's all one.”

Frederick Buechner book Godric

Godric (1980)

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