Walking down Belmotte was the oddest sensation-- every step took us deeper into the mist until at last it closed over our heads. It was like being drowned in the ghost of water. — Dodie Smith Copy Share Image
“I glanced through another page in case I had missed something, and came to the description of Simon's face as he lay on the… — Dodie Smith Copy Share Image
They call them the haunted shores, these stretches of Devonshire and Cornwall and Ireland which rear up against the westward ocean. Mists gather here,… — Dodie Smith Copy Share Image
“Now, paper and pencils," said Miss Marcy, clapping her hands. Writing paper is scarce in this house, and I had no intention of tearing… — Dodie Smith Copy Share Image
It's odd how different a house feels when one is alone in it. It makes it easier to think rather private thoughts... — Dodie Smith Copy Share Image
Like many other much-loved humans, they believed that they owned their dogs, instead of realizing that their dogs owned them. — Dodie Smith Copy Share Image
“And I suspect that, to the eyes of love, love shows. I knew about you as well as about myself, almost from the beginning.” — Dodie Smith Copy Share Image
“What I'd really hate would be the settled feeling, with nothing but happiness to look forward to. Of course no life is perfectly happy-… — Dodie Smith Copy Share Image
Am I really admitting that my sister is determined to marry a man she has only seen once and doesn't much like the look… — Dodie Smith Copy Share Image
“There are some people who always find beauty makes them feel sadder, which is a very mysterious thing.” — Dodie Smith Copy Share Image
