Quotes from Nancy Springer

what's life without a spice of stupidity

Walking away barefoot on the soft loam, with mist rising in ribbons all around her, Etty tucked the year's first violets into her hair.

Once woman is made equal to man, she fancies herself his superior

A talented artist who has unfortunately turned her energies to the cause of women's so-called rights.

Dimly, with her burning heart more than her mind, she began to understand why she had always liked gay men. They suffered, were persecuted, they were outsiders in a world where studbuck male heteros held all the power, they did not count, they were Other – the way women were.

I watched him until he disappeared between the forest trees—watched after him almost as if I knew that, through no fault of his own, I would not converse with him again for a long time.

Fathers - half of anyone's life seemed to be about who fathered them.

There is method to her madness!

The bestowing of chrysanthemums indicates familial attachment and, by implication, affection.

Chance Duv knows! She spoke lightly. Folk have always told me that the night is full of all manner of evil. Ay, even so, Bevan said heavily, but it is the same evil that is in the day—evil of men. Look there!

Over the top of the hill a knight came riding. At first I saw only his helmeted head, bent, but even then I knew him and began to run toward him. A knight riding a weary horse, a battered knight with one arm in a sling, his shield hanging from his saddle. Its device, a single heart-shaped green leaf with a violet blossom. As I ran toward him he lifted his head, and his eyes smiled at me the warmest blue the world has ever known.

Dear Thomas, on his knees to me, pleading. And his pain smote me to the core of my heart, and I saw: Mother of misery, I had done this to him. Cernunnos had tried to warn me. I was not whole, not ready, he had said. Ongwynn had tried to warn me. All powers above and below, even the sweet lady mother of us all, had tried. This moment was the one that Lady water had tried to show me…. Yet I whispered, "I cannot.

She lay all too aware of how frost stiffened her hair, furred her blankets.

For Ellid born of Eitha had a face like a flower for loveliness and a body like a doe for grace; her mind was steadfast as a sword and her spirit was bright as its skylit blade. Cuin

I am a liar. All is not well. Not at all.

Horses sweat, you know, and men perspire, whereas ladies glow. I am sure I looked all of a glow also. Indeed, I could feel all-of-a-glow trickling down my sides beneath my corset, the steel ribs of which jabbed me under the arms most annoyingly.

one cannot be a mother without first being a person; family, husband, and children should not be allowed, as is so often the case, to steal a woman's selfhood and her dreams. I considered that, if I were not true to myself, then all the mothering I could give you would have been falsehood

I looked up ivy in The Meanings of Flowers. The clinging vine stood for "fidelity.

La noche de la ciudad no tenía el brillo de la luna o de las estrellas; solo algunos retazos de luz amarillenta procedente de los escaparates se reflejaban en el pavimento, tornando la oscuridad todavía más negra.

emphatically. "But even so, I don't suppose we would have

So he found it a relief and a delight to be treated with something less than royal respect. Meg's shafts of wit were never cruel, and she aimed them most often at herself. Trevyn had seen her with the wolves; he knew her courage. Her merciless honesty concerning her own shortcomings was a different kind of courage, he thought, and he admired her for it.

Wait." The word shot out of me, perilous. And still I could not look at him, for the tears I held back were more dangerous still. I stooped and plucked a violet from the grass, purple blossom and heart-shaped leaves and all. He had once said that my eyes were like violets at midnight, darkest green, darkest poryphry. I offered to him the little rag of a flower and whispered, "A knight needs a token." My voice trembled only a little.

Bless Thomas, he understood at once; he smiled. I will never forget that smile, brave and warm an innocent and—No. I must not see the rest. Must not see the yearning, the longing, the desire.

Wielki Sherlock Holmes pyta mnie o przemy?lenia? Niestety, nie mog?am mu nic zaoferowa?. By?am, b?d? co b?d?, dziewczyn? o minimalnej obj?to?ci czaszki.