“Jane felt that he would write from the depths of a wretchedness that would not necessarily be insincere because its outward signs… — Barbara Pym Copy Share Image
“How could she explain to him what her love was like? That although it was a love stronger than death, it wasn’t… — Barbara Pym Copy Share Image
“Oh the benison of it, she thought, for she seemed to need comfort now, not only because she was tired after the… — Barbara Pym Copy Share Image
“After all, life was like that for most of us – the small unpleasantnesses rather than the great tragedies; the little useless… — Barbara Pym Copy Share Image
“Jane wanted to agree and to offer him the broken dwarf, perhaps for Constance’s grave, as a kind of comment on the… — Barbara Pym Copy Share Image
How absurd and delicious it is to be in love with somebody younger than yourself. Everybody should try it. — Barbara Pym Copy Share Image
“But of course, she remembered, that was why women were so wonderful; it was their love and imagination that transformed these unremarkable… — Barbara Pym Copy Share Image
I realised that one might love him secretly with no hope of encouragement, which can be very enjoyable for the young or… — Barbara Pym Copy Share Image
“Prue hadn't really been in love with Fabian. Indeed, it was obvious that at times she found him both boring and irritating.… — Barbara Pym Copy Share Image
“For although she had been, and still was, very much admired, she had got into the way of preferring unsatisfactory love affairs… — Barbara Pym Copy Share Image
Oh, but it was splendid the things women were doing for men all the time, thought Jane. Making them feel, perhaps sometimes… — Barbara Pym Copy Share Image
“I wonder if he kissed her, Jane thought. She was surprised to hear that they had had what seemed to be quite… — Barbara Pym Copy Share Image
“She had been feeling that things were pretty desperate if one found oneself talking about and almost quoting Matthew Arnold to comparative strangers, though… — Barbara Pym Copy Share Image
“He is a brilliant man, said Miss Doggett. She helped him a good deal in his work, I think. Mrs. Bonner says that she… — Barbara Pym Copy Share Image
“One wouldn't believe there could be so many people, and one must love them all.” — Barbara Pym Copy Share Image
“-Hoy no pareces tú misma- dijo él en tono censurador-. Espero que no haya sido el Nuits Saint Georges. -Ya sabes que no estoy… — Barbara Pym Copy Share Image
I stretched out my hand towards the little bookshelf where I kept cookery and devotional books, the most comfortable bedside reading. — Barbara Pym Copy Share Image
“Jane felt that he would write from the depths of a wretchedness that would not necessarily be insincere because its outward signs were so… — Barbara Pym Copy Share Image
“You lose your sense of perspective when you get too close, and the charm goes.” — Barbara Pym Copy Share Image
“I hope you don’t mind tea in mugs,’ she said, coming in with a tray. ‘I told you I was a slut.” — Barbara Pym Copy Share Image
“Let me hasten to add that I am not at all like Jane Eyre, who must have given hope to so many plain women… — Barbara Pym Copy Share Image
“However romantically ill John might look, it seemed that he had nothing worse than an unromantic cold.” — Barbara Pym Copy Share Image
The burden of keeping three people in toilet paper seemed to me rather a heavy one. — Barbara Pym Copy Share Image
