It has been noticed that people who are not parents often have a peculiar fondness for children. This is sometimes attributed to a very beautiful nostalgia for a gift denied to them - dream-children, flowers that have only bloomed in… — Angela Thirkell Copy Share Image
“I am what is known as an omnivorous reader and it all goes right through me and out of my mouth.” — Angela Thirkell Copy Share Image
“Besides,’ he added, ‘Catriona Ellangowan is a charming woman. I nearly married her myself once, but she very rightly turned me down for Ellangowan… — Angela Thirkell Copy Share Image
“I never did take sugar in my tea, or in coffee,’ said the Vicar. ‘I have always disliked it. But I understood that by… — Angela Thirkell Copy Share Image
“Why a widow should raise an attractive or pathetic image in one’s mind, or at the worst something rather bold and dashing, while widower… — Angela Thirkell Copy Share Image
“My first novel was only a try-out,’ said David carelessly. The sort of thing every undergraduate has to write, but now I know much… — Angela Thirkell Copy Share Image
“It need hardly be said that the qualities which filled Martin with the pangs of hero-worship were not altogether those which David’s parents would… — Angela Thirkell Copy Share Image
“Madame Boulle, in spite of her experiences among the highest English families, was amazed at the coolness shown by Lady Emily. A grandchild in… — Angela Thirkell Copy Share Image
First love is an astounding experience and if the object happens to be totally unworthy and love not really love at all, it makes… — Angela Thirkell Copy Share Image
If there is one pleasure on earth which surpasses all others, it is leaving a play before the end. I might perhaps except the… — Angela Thirkell Copy Share Image
“To Mrs Belton’s relief the lights in the hall were now put out and the curtains drawn apart. As all amateur theatricals are exclusively… — Angela Thirkell Copy Share Image
I suppose everybody has a mental picture of the days of the week, some seeing them as a circle, some as an endless line,… — Angela Thirkell Copy Share Image
