The cult of the individual is killing us. I think Twitter signals the death of western civilisation, but people have been saying that since Demosthenes.
You walk into a room and your life ends but you keep on living.
Words are the only things that can construct a world that makes sense.
The hospital. He was the youthful partner of an older doctor
The grain had entered the shell (Sylvie’s own metaphoric stance) and the pearl that would be Edward Beresford Todd began to grow until he was revealed into the sunshine that came before the Great War...
That one way or another the Germans were tracking them from the
She had never been pregnant, never been a mother or a wife and it was only when she realized that it was too late, that it could never be, that she understood what it was that she had lost.
Not so much an agent provocateur as an agent passif, if such a thing could be said to exist. (Sometimes, Perry said, saying nothing can be your strongest weapon.)
Her. It was a cruel thing, trying to sprout and find the light of day. It was truth. She wasn’t sure that she wanted it.
Genuine sentiment rather than just nostalgia, always a bit of a cheap emotion
Everything was ephemeral, yet everything was eternal,
Do a typing and shorthand
Continually amazed at just how many skills and crafts could go into making a lovely home—the patchwork quilts you could sew, the curtains you could ruffle, the cucumbers you could pickle, the rhubarb...
Common language was a wonderful idea, but utterly utopian. All good ideas were, she said sadly.
Aphorisms. Not
You were very brave,’ Nancy said, with the same encouraging indifference
You must never believe everything they say about a person. Generally speaking, most of it will be lies, half-truths at best.
You can’t change the past, only the future, and the only place you could change the future was in the present. That’s what they said.
You can step in the same river but the water will always be new.
Yes, Mrs. Todd, a bonny, bouncing baby girl. Sylvie thought