Quote by Christina McKenna Download Open image ““[Lydia tut-tutted on seeing the grocer's apostrophe]”” — Christina McKenna ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.8 out of 5 (4 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“It was a family joke that Lydia's domestic tendencies were somehow misplaced when she was created.” — Lawana Blackwell Copy Share Image
“The tulip next appeared, all over gay, But wanton, full of pride, and full of play; The world can't show a dye but here has place; Nay, by new mixtures, she can change her face; Purple and gold are both beneath her care- The richest needlework she loves to wear; Her only study is to please the eye, And to… — Abraham Cowley Copy Share
“We are in great hopes about poor Lydia.- An honest and ingenious motherly woman in our neighbourhood has undertaken the perfect cure of her,… — Ignatius Sancho Copy Share Image
“In society so superior to what she had generally known, her improvement was great. She was not of so ungovernable a temper as Lydia” — Jane Austen Copy Share Image
“How interesting, she mused, that we pick up and repeat the qualities of those closest to us, like walking reflections, whether they be good… — Christina McKenna Copy Share Image
“Lydia delighted her. The girl's roughness, her ability, her exuberance, were qualities desired by Sarah for her children. You could make something out of… — Winifred Holtby Copy Share Image
“Lydia will show you the sheet bend. Miss Palwick?” The girl to my right—Lydia Palwick, I presumed, since I’m smart like that—looked at me… — Daryl Gregory Copy Share Image
“...women on their own, making up their minds. They wore blouses with buttons down the front that suggested the possibilities of the word undone.… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Lydia sometimes saw Plath as the woman she might someday become: caring, creative, content—but inaccessible to nearly everyone alive.” — Matthew J. Sullivan Copy Share Image
“Helen worked in her back garden, planting her tulip and crocus bulbs. Her irritation with the world had dampened into a cushion of soft… — Elizabeth Strout Copy Share Image
“The burdens he carried in daytime became the demons he fought at night. He” — Christina McKenna Copy Share Image
“If there was one great benefit to the whole practice of art, it was to focus him in the “now,” where the ugly past… — Christina McKenna Copy Share Image
“She was a dedicated churchgoer, devoted do-gooder, and throbbing artery of village gossip. She sharpened her tongue on the loose lives of others and… — Christina McKenna Copy Share Image
“leaving a chink through which Rose could reach to help build for Jamie a whole, hitherto unimagined future. Chapter four “The doctor will see… — Christina McKenna Copy Share Image
“Those institutions—the so-called “industrial schools,” orphanages and “Magdalene” laundries—were run by certain religious orders in Ireland for the better part of a century, and were little more than places of slave labor, from which the Roman Catholic Church profited substantially at the expense of orphaned children, or children forcibly removed from single mothers. The cruelty and inhumanity of such regimes… — Christina McKenna Copy Share
“The fitting room was small and Jamie felt like an elephant in a shoebox.” — Christina McKenna Copy Share Image
“Perhaps, she mused, we never really stop being the children we once were.” — Christina McKenna Copy Share Image
“He would scrub the floors on his hands and knees, beat the rugs, wash the windows and pound the bed linen in the tin… — Christina McKenna Copy Share Image
“How interesting, she mused, that we pick up and repeat the qualities of those closest to us, like walking reflections, whether they be good… — Christina McKenna Copy Share Image
“Gladys. Places, of themselves, were rarely at fault, but rather the people who inhabited them.” — Christina McKenna Copy Share Image
“It took him longer than usual. Every sound—the clanking of the mug as he retrieved it from the crammed sink, the gushing and spitting… — Christina McKenna Copy Share Image
“they understood that to be bound by another’s needs and wishes was perhaps, in essence, a far more fearful state than being on one’s… — Christina McKenna Copy Share Image