You couldn’t necessarily judge a woman by the man she slept with. (Or could you?) Eva
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.
What if this present were the world's last night' she said. 'The word present makes all the difference, don't you think? It makes it seem as if one's somehow in the thick of it, which we are, rather t...
What did you do when the worst thing that could happen to you had already happened - how did you live life then? You had to hand it to Theo Wyre, just carrying on living required a strength and courag...
What did science ever do for the world, apart from make better ways of killing people?
Ursula found it very odd to think that up above them there were German bombers being flown by men who, essentially, were just like Teddy. They weren’t evil, they were just doing what had been asked of...
Ursula craved solitude but she hated loneliness, a conundrum that she couldn’t even begin to solve.
They have no sense of humour whatsoever – even Bunty has a sense of humour compared with our hosts. They have united Prussian gloom and Presbyterian dourness in an awesome combination.
There’s too much history in York, the past is so crowded that sometimes it feels as if there’s no room for the living.
There were other war veterans in the neighborhood, visible thanks to their limps or missing limbs. All those unclaimed arms and legs lost in the fields of Flanders - Ursula imagined them pushing roots...
The world inside his head was so much better than the world outside his head.
The more Viola forgot her mother, the more she missed her.
The brooding landscape they were currently traversing, the lowering sky above their heads and the rugged terrain beneath their feet, were all conspiring to make her feel like an unfortunate Brontë sis...
She was a terrible mother, there was no doubt about it, but she didn't even have the strength to feel guilty.
Seven million German dead, including the five hundred thousand killed by the Allied bombing campaign. The sixty million dead overall of the Second World War, including eleven million murdered in the H...
Nostalgia is predicated on something that never existed.
Moments left, Teddy thought. A handful of heartbeats. That was what life was. A heartbeat followed by a heartbeat. A breath followed by a breath. One moment followed by another moment and then there w...
Maths was the one true thing, according to Nancy.
Love at first sight, she wrote giddily to Millie. But of course such feelings weren't 'true' love (that was what she would feel for a child one day), merely the false grandeur of madness.
I think we should begin with a little exercise to flex our writing muscles,’ Martha said, speaking very slowly as if she was on prescription drugs but I think it was just her way of trying to communic...