“Well, you know, it's an evil thing, this attempt to reverse the process of mourning.' The Canon stepped back on to his own territory and became a different being. 'Mourning is not forgetting,' he said gently, his helplessness vanishing and… — Margery Allingham Copy Share Image
Mourning is not forgetting... It is an undoing. Every minute tie has to be untied and something permanent and valuable recovered and assimilated from the dust. — Margery Allingham Copy Share Image
the old fellow seemed to spot deceit as if it reeked like a goat. — Margery Allingham Copy Share Image
If one cannot command attention by one's admirable qualities one can at least be a nuisance — Margery Allingham Copy Share Image
Beware of anger. It is the most difficult to remove of all the hindrances. But it is the alcohol of the body, you know,… — Margery Allingham Copy Share Image
When the habitually even-tempered suddenly fly into a passion, that explosion is apt to be more impressive than the outburst of the most violent… — Margery Allingham Copy Share Image
“THE main thing to remember in autobiography, I have always thought, is not to let any damned modesty creep in to spoil the story.… — Margery Allingham Copy Share Image
When Mr. William Faraday sat down to write his memoirs after fifty-eight years of blameless inactivity he found the work of inscribing the history… — Margery Allingham Copy Share Image
It is always difficult to escape from youth; its hopefulness, its optimistic belief in the privileges of desire, its despair, and its sense of… — Margery Allingham Copy Share Image
the relationship between the two men was something of a miracle in itself. It was a cordiality based, apparently, on complete non-comprehension cemented by… — Margery Allingham Copy Share Image
“No.' He spoke with a tenderness unexpected in him. 'No, lady, no. Put that clean out of your mind. That dear chap and his… — Margery Allingham Copy Share Image
A great deal has been written about the forthrightness of the moderns shocking the Victorians, but there is no shock like the one which… — Margery Allingham Copy Share Image
