Quote by Sarah Waters Download Open image ““She was like milk - too pale, too pure, too simple. She was made to be spoiled.”” — Sarah Waters ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.0 out of 5 (4 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“That was how she felt, right then. As if there was too much of her, as if her skin was tight with muchness. She… — Holly Black Copy Share Image
“Her skin was as pale as milk. She must live on vanilla ice cream, Dinah thought; rounds of Camembert, crème anglaise.” — Jennifer Haigh Copy Share Image
“So she was well proportioned. So her hair was all glossy. So she looked as if her lips had never been the wrong side… — Jonathan Stroud Copy Share Image
“In childhood, she had had milk allergies, or so they’d thought. But either she’d never had them or had outgrown them or ice cream… — Caroline B. Cooney Copy Share Image
“She was grossly overweight, though I could tell from her refined features that she may have been quite pretty in a younger, leaner life.” — Patricia Cornwell Copy Share Image
“She didn't use the misery of others to cultivate her own smugness, true, but at least I didn't go about eating all their food.” — Martin Amis Copy Share Image
“He wanted to say, Muriel, forgive me, but since my son died, sex has... turned. (As milk turns; that was how he thought of… — Anne Tyler Copy Share Image
“She could end up on the news if she wasn’t careful, with her face plastered on the back of milk jugs. Missing and too… — Missy Lyons Copy Share Image
“She was a dull person, but a sensational invitation to make babies. Men looked at her and wanted to fill her up with babies… — Kurt Vonnegut Copy Share Image
“The only thing that counted to her was her own opinion of herself. If that became smirched or spoiled there would be nothing left.… — Josephine Tey Copy Share Image
“Now, from the crown of my head to the curve of my toe-nails, there was an unguent for every part of me - oil… — Sarah Waters Copy Share Image
“Miss Craven held up a pair she thought would fit me—monstrous great things they were, of course, and I thought she smiled as she… — Sarah Waters Copy Share Image
I suppose I really seemed mad, then; but it was only through the awfulness of having said nothing but the truth, and being thought… — Sarah Waters Copy Share Image
My nan was a nursery maid. Most people weren't in big houses. They were maids of all work. — Sarah Waters Copy Share Image
Being in love, you know... it's not like having a canary, in a cage. When you lose one sweetheart, you can't just go out… — Sarah Waters Copy Share Image
For was that all, she thought bleakly, that love ever was? Something that saved one from loneliness? A sort of insurance policy against not… — Sarah Waters Copy Share Image
“And yet, I seemed to feel my eyes bound, too, with bands of silk. And at my throat there was a velvet collar.” — Sarah Waters Copy Share Image
“No-one speaks. No-one moves (…). We glide, softly, in silence, into our dark and separate hells” — Sarah Waters Copy Share Image
“She loved these walks through London. She seemed, as she made them, to become porous, to soak in detail after detail; or else, like… — Sarah Waters Copy Share Image
“Oh, for shame! Nancy, have you never seen Florrie's face in a chrysanthemum, or a rose?' 'Never.' I said. 'Though there was a flounder… — Sarah Waters Copy Share Image
“My locket hangs in my closet beside the glass, the only shining thing among so many shadows.” — Sarah Waters Copy Share Image
