Agnes’s expression was briefly wistful. Then she shrugged. “But on the bright side, they are quite old. Maybe some of them will die soon.
Everyone should drink champagne on their birthday.
More my son, I found myself thinking. You were never really there for him. Not emotionally. You were just the absence he was always striving to impress.
I felt a sudden wave of sympathy for her. It couldn’t be easy being my mother.
She believed me fearless. But nothing frightened me as much as my sister’s fears.
You’re having another unnervingly quiet day. What happened to ‘chatty to the point of vaguely irritating’?
I thought of Will telling me if I didn’t stop bloody whistling he’d be forced to run me over.
You know the worst thing about a man hitting you?” Margery said finally. “Ain’t the hurt. It’s that in that instant you realize the truth of what it is to be a woman. That it don’t matter how smart you are, how much better at arguing, how much better than them, period. It’s when you realize they can always just shut you up with a fist. Just like that.
Even thinking about heading up there again made my heart thump harder; it took nothing for me to recall that sense of the world disappearing from beneath me, like a rug pulled from under my feet.
Knowing you still have possibilities is a luxury.
It never ended. Even though she’d thought she’d covered her heart with a permanent porcelain shell, he still found a way to chip at it.
How was she supposed to bear the prospect of never seeing him again? Never seeing his face light up simply because she had walked into the room? Never catching his eye in a crowd, feeling the subtle heat that came with standing alongside a man she knew wanted her more than any other?
It’s quite hard to stay calm and understanding when you see the same faces, the same mistakes made again and again.
I felt something rise inside me then, a feeling of joy and anticipation so great that it seemed as if this world had briefly stopped turning, like there was just me and the universe and a million good things that could happen if you only hung on in there.
I only know that when I’m not with you I’m mean and mad at everything.
Louisa Clark had become, although neither of us said it, our only chance of keeping him alive.
Had he actually possessed the ability simply to airbrush an entire daughter out of his conscience?
You’re going to feel uncomfortable in your new world for a bit. But I hope you feel a bit exhilarated too. Live boldly. Push yourself. Don’t settle. Just live well. Just live.
Sometimes it even seemed like a relief to him that there was someone prepared to be rude to him, to contradict him or tell him he was being horrible.
Up in this high air you breathed easily, drawing in a vital assurance and lightness of heart. In the highlands you woke up in the morning and.