“For Nature, if she once endows man or woman with romance, gives them so rich a store of it as shall last them, life through, unto the end. In sickness or health, in poverty or riches, through middle age and… — John Meade Falkner Copy Share Image
“A little later Anastasia was sitting before her bedroom fire writing. It has a magic of its own—the bedroom fire. Not such a one as night by night warms hothouse bedrooms of the rich, but that which burns but once… — John Meade Falkner Copy Share Image
“We thought there was no more behind But such a day tomorrow as today And to be a boy eternal.” — John Meade Falkner Copy Share Image
“It is sad when man’s unhappiness veils from him the smiling face of nature. The promise of the early morning was maintained. The sky… — John Meade Falkner Copy Share Image
“Illusions connected with religion are generally most difficult to remove.” — John Meade Falkner Copy Share Image
“She went back to the kitchen, for the kitchen of the Hand of God was so large that Miss Joliffe and Anastasia used part… — John Meade Falkner Copy Share Image
“For Nature, if she once endows man or woman with romance, gives them so rich a store of it as shall last them, life… — John Meade Falkner Copy Share Image
“Westray remembered the organist’s manner in the church, and began to suspect that his mind was turned. The other read his thoughts, and said… — John Meade Falkner Copy Share Image
“Poverty’s a chilly theme,” he said; “let’s take something to warm us before we go on with the variations.” — John Meade Falkner Copy Share Image
“Is there any depression so deep as this? is there any night so dark as this first eclipse of the soul, this first conscious… — John Meade Falkner Copy Share Image
“He was in that broken mood for which the Middle Ages offered the cloister as a remedy; he felt the urgent need of sacrifice… — John Meade Falkner Copy Share Image
“A little later Anastasia was sitting before her bedroom fire writing. It has a magic of its own—the bedroom fire. Not such a one… — John Meade Falkner Copy Share Image
“...Will you not join me in a cup of cocoa? The kettle boils.” Mr Sharnall’s face fell. “You ought to have been an old… — John Meade Falkner Copy Share Image
