The 28+ Barbara Pym Quotes

Oh, This Coming Back To An Empty House,' Rupert Thought, When He Had Seen Her Safely Up To Her Door. People - Though Perhaps It Was Only Women - Seemed To Make So Much Of It. As If Life Itself Were Not As Empty As The House One Was Coming Back To.

She Set About Preparing Her Supper. It Would Have To Be One Of Those Classically Simple Meals, The Sort That French Peasants Are Said To Eat And That Enlightened English People Sometimes Enjoy Rather Self-consciously - A Crusty French Loaf, Cheese, And Lettuce And Tomatoes From The Garden. Of Course There Should Have Been Wine And A Lovingly Prepared Dressing Of Oil And Vinegar, But Dulcie Drank Orange Squash And Ate Mayonnaise That Came From A Bottle.

You Know Mildred Would Never Do Anything Wrong Or Foolish. I Reflected A Little Sadly That This Was Only Too True And Hoped I Did Not Appear Too Much That Kind Of Person To Others. Virtue Is An Excellent Thing And We Should All Strive After It, But It Can Sometimes Be A Little Depressing.

Perhaps I Need Some Shattering Experience To Awaken And Inspire Me, Or At Least To Give Me Some Emotion To Recollect In Tranquility. But How To Get It? Sit Here And Wait For It Or Go Out And Seek It? . . . I Expect It Will Be Sit And Wait.

I Realised That One Might Love Him Secretly With No Hope Of Encouragement, Which Can Be Very Enjoyable For The Young Or Inexperienced.

Novel Writing Is A Kind Of Private Pleasure, Even If Nothing Comes Of It In Worldly Terms.

[the Woman] Paused And Seemed To Take A Deep Breath. 'you See,' She Declared. 'i Am Tom Mallow's Aunt.' Catherine's First Instinct Was To Burst Out Laughing. She Wondered Why There Was Something Slightly Absurd About Aunts; Perhaps It Was Because One Thought Of Them As Dear, Comfortable Creatures, Somehow Lacking In Dignity And Prestige.

Dulcie Always Found A Public Library A Little Upsetting, For One Saw So Many Odd People There.

I Pulled Myself Up And Told Myself To Stop These Ridiculous Thoughts, Wondering Why It Is That We Can Never Stop Trying To Analyse The Motives Of People Who Have No Personal Interest In Us, In The Vain Hope Of Finding That Perhaps They May Have Just A Little After All.

It Was Odd How One Found Oneself Making Trivial Conversation On Important Occasions. Perhaps It Was Because One Could Not Say What Was Really In One's Mind.

I Stretched Out My Hand Towards The Little Bookshelf Where I Kept Cookery And Devotional Books, The Most Comfortable Bedside Reading.

Life Is Cruel And We Do Terrible Things To Each Other.