“Better, I thought, never to have been born than this; brought out of nothingness, to labour and strive and back into nothingness again; a bit of fungus on the surface of a splinter of a dying star.” — Norah Lofts Copy Share Image
“I am trying now to be entirely honest. I did actually comfort in the thought that the Devil had, on Strawless Common, defeated God.… — Norah Lofts Copy Share Image
“They set off through the soft lingering light. One cuckoo in the depths of Layer Wood and one in the dense shrubbery of the… — Norah Lofts Copy Share Image
“There lies the whole crux of the matter; what cannot be prevented must be borne” — Norah Lofts Copy Share Image
“It was not the first time - it was far from the first time - that Damask had suspected that there was something queer,… — Norah Lofts Copy Share Image
“Don't worry about it, Borage. I've always been inclined to think that the Apostle Paul was similarly afflicted. He speaks often of a bodily… — Norah Lofts Copy Share Image
“Alongside the practical thought something else struggled and, like an escaped butterfly, took wing: the assurance of something wonderful awaiting her. Just around the… — Norah Lofts Copy Share Image
“Suddenly Damask found herself staring down at the flowers through a dazzle of tears. The words sounded so innocent and so disarming - she… — Norah Lofts Copy Share Image
“Better, I thought, never to have been born than this; brought out of nothingness, to labour and strive and back into nothingness again; a… — Norah Lofts Copy Share Image
