I don’t want to be married just to be married. I can’t think of anything lonelier than spending the rest of my life with someone I can’t talk to, or worse, someone I can’t be silent with.
Reading good books ruins you for enjoying bad books.
Men are more interesting in books than they are in real life.
I think you learn more if you’re laughing at the same time.
Think of it! We could have gone on longing for one another and pretending not to notice forever. This obsession with dignity can ruin your life if you let it.
Will Thisbee gave me The Beginner’s Cook-Book for Girl Guides. It was just the thing; the writer assumes you know nothing about cookery and writes useful hints – “When adding eggs, break the shells first.
Thinking to comfort me, they said, “Life goes on.” What nonsense, I thought, of course it doesn’t. It’s death that goes on; Ian is dead now and will be dead tomorrow and the next year and forever. There is no end to that, but perhaps there will be an end to the sorrow of it.
I wonder how the book got to Guernsey? Perhaps there is some secret sort of homing instinct in books that brings them to their perfect readers.
My neighbour Evangeline Smythe is going to have twins in June. She is none too happy about it, so I am going to ask her to give one of them to me.
Grandpa, that’s something I never am.” I asked him, “What’s that?” And he said, “Lonesome in my spirits.” Eli to Eben.
It would have been better for her not to have such a heart”. Yes, but worse for the rest of us.