Although we are necessarily concerned, in a chronicle of events, with physical action by the light of day, history suggests that the human spirit wanders farthest in the silent hours between midnight and dawn. Those dark fruitful hours, seldom recorded,… — Joan Lindsay Copy Share Image
“Except for those people over there with the wagonette we might be the only living creatures in the whole world,’ said Edith, airily dismissing… — Joan Lindsay Copy Share Image
“Any artist is insulted by the suggestion that art is merely a matter of recording reality, and knows that it is impossible to explain… — Joan Lindsay Copy Share Image
“Insulated from natural contacts with earth, air and sunlight, by corsets pressing on the solar plexus, by voluminous petticoats, cotton stockings and kid boots,… — Joan Lindsay Copy Share Image
Everything, if you could only see it clearly enough, like this, is beautiful and complete. Everything has its own perfection. — Joan Lindsay Copy Share Image
Although we are necessarily concerned, in a chronicle of events, with physical action by the light of day, history suggests that the human spirit… — Joan Lindsay Copy Share Image
“Sometimes just to look at Miranda’s calm oval face and straight corn-yellow hair gave her a sharp little stab of pleasure.” — Joan Lindsay Copy Share Image
“Marion Quade, the only member of the class to take Pythagoras in her stride, was a favourite pupil, in the sense that a savage… — Joan Lindsay Copy Share Image
Time - whether you are burning it up or falling in love or spreading it out thin in a dentist's waiting room - is… — Joan Lindsay Copy Share Image
“Why is it, Miranda,’ she whispered, ‘that such a sweet pretty creature is a schoolteacher – of all dreary things in the world . . .?” — Joan Lindsay Copy Share Image
