“Miss Birkinshaw was like an old ivory carving, Prudence thought, ageless, immaculate, with lace at her throat. She had been the same to many generations who had studied English Literature under her tuition. Had she ever loved? Impossible to believe… — 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
