She appeared to be ageless the type that would continue, unchanging, until she was an old woman when she would suddenly become senile and die
Perhaps that was the worst of all. Not having someone to remember things with.
Not his real name, darling, but my own name for him. I never thought it could be like this. I never thought one could be so close, and yet so different to a single human being. He is everything I've n...
Her family... Love and involvement brought joy, but as well could become a hideously heavy millstone slung about one's neck. And the worst was that she felt useless because there was not a mortal thin...
He thought back over the extraordinarily coincidental chain of events that had brought him here, at this particular time, and then left him marooned, so that he had no choice but to stay. With hindsig...
And the wicked thing is, that when we're really upset, we always take it out on the people who are closest and whom we love the most.
She was totally without artifice. If she had nothing to say, she said nothing. If she spoke, or aired an opinion, it was deliberate, considered, intelligent. She did not seem to know the meaning of sm...
She may not have believed in God, but I’m pretty certain God believed in her.
Oh. Elfrida made much effort not to appear too astonished. She had never seen any person in her life less likely to be a minister’s wife.
Man’s inhumanity to man, unleashed, was an obscenity, and that obscenity was each person’s own private responsibility.
Life, for both of us, can never be the same as it was, but it can be different; and you have proved to me that it can be good.
Life is so extraordinary. Wonderful surprises are just around the most unexpected corners.
She had been impulsive all her life, made decisions without thought for the future, and regretted none of them, however dotty. Looking back, all she regretted were the opportunities missed, either bec...
Other people's houses were always fascinating. As soon as you went through the door for the first time, you got the feel of the atmosphere, and so discovered something about the personalities of the p...
Grief is a funny thing because you don't have to carry it with you for the rest of your life. After a bit you set it down by the roadside and walk on and leave it resting there.
As long as Mumma was alive, she knew that some small part of herself had remained a child, cherished and adored. Perhaps you never completely grew up until your mother died.
As always, when faced with a dilemma, he planned to by by his own set of rules. Act positively, plan negatively, expect nothing.
Elfrida, are you about to cry?- I might be.- Why?- Relief. ♥
But also for the sweater most expertly knitted from hand-spun wool,
You never really got to know people properly until you had seen them within the ambiance of their own home. Seen their furniture and their books and the manner of their lifestyle.