Novel writing is a kind of private pleasure, even if nothing comes of it in worldly terms. — 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
“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
“One wouldn't believe there could be so many people, and one must love them all.” — Barbara Pym Copy Share
“-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
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
“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
“You lose your sense of perspective when you get too close, and the charm goes.” — Barbara Pym Copy Share
“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
“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
“However romantically ill John might look, it seemed that he had nothing worse than an unromantic cold.” — Barbara Pym Copy Share
The burden of keeping three people in toilet paper seemed to me rather a heavy one. — Barbara Pym Copy Share
“How could she explain to him what her love was like? That although it was a love stronger than death, it wasn’t the kind… — Barbara Pym Copy Share
“I have often wondered whether it is really a good thing to be honest by nature and upbringing; certainly it is not a good… — Barbara Pym Copy Share
“Oh, yes, men are very simple and obvious in some ways, you know. They generally react in the way one would expect and it… — Barbara Pym Copy Share
