For a single girl in London, luck isn't always a glass slipper that fits. Sometimes luck is a splash of mud from a passing bus. — Elizabeth Jane Howard Copy Share Image
“Why do these big old country houses always have family portraits in the dining room? Do you really want to eat with someone's gloomy… — Elizabeth Jane Howard Copy Share Image
A rainy day is like a lovely gift -- you can sleep late and not feel guilty. — Elizabeth Jane Howard Copy Share Image
“Sex on a rainy afternoon is like getting all the gloom and wetness to go away for a while. And afterwards you don't even… — Elizabeth Jane Howard Copy Share Image
“It seemed awful that the only things she knew about him were those that made him miserable.” — Elizabeth Jane Howard Copy Share Image
“You can't oversleep if you don't make plans to wake up early.” — Elizabeth Jane Howard Copy Share Image
“Charity couldn't bring herself to cry on Lady Beddington's shoulder -- not until after she'd mopped up a plate or two of spaghetti with… — Elizabeth Jane Howard Copy Share Image
“Sir Humphrey looked like a sleepy old hippo -- and when he yawned in that big, big, hippopotamus way Charity couldn't help doing likewise.” — Elizabeth Jane Howard Copy Share Image
“Sir Humphrey's stories about Africa made Charity feel exactly like one of his stuffed trophy heads -- lifeless and glassy eyed. The only difference… — Elizabeth Jane Howard Copy Share Image
Holidays were invented so single women could overeat without feeling guilty. — Elizabeth Jane Howard Copy Share Image
You can't run from feelings, Charity. You have to face them. Otherwise your future will look just like your past. — Elizabeth Jane Howard Copy Share Image
