Quotes from Barbara Taylor Bradford

Good. Wool prices are relatively steady and exports well up. We're still cornering the world market. England's cloth exports are averaging something like twenty-seven million running yards a year, the same as last year and the year before. Not bad at all.

Emma moved around the circular table quietly, gathering the used silver and the plates with as little fuss and noise as possible. This was protection in itself, for she believed the less people noticed your existence, the easier it was to get along without trouble.

Why him?He was as likely to offer me security and safety as a violent terrorist holding a gun to my head.So why I had chosen him?Because he had charmed me into a love affair,had truly convinced me he was madly in love with me.

why would it? He had won, and

This parting cannot be for long; for those who love as we do cannot be parted. We shall always be united in thought, and thought is a great magnet. I have often spoken to thee of reason, now I speak to thee of faith.

enjoyed both places. But it's nice

I expect to pass through this world but once; any good thing, therefore that I can do, or any kindness that I can show to my fellow creature, let me do it now; let me not defer or neglect it, for I shall not pass this way again. —Proverbial saying

be friendly. 'I'm not totally without a brain, Sasha. Of course

The desire for revenge was not unnatural, but it could curdle and embitter the soul, and it often destroyed the avenger. Was it not perhaps infinitely wiser to abjure the wicked and abandon them to the fates, and trust in God to make retribution in His own good time? He found himself saying, almost inaudibly, 'Vengeance is mine; I will repay, sayeth the Lord.

How could I forget? I'm her godmother.' Sasha knew Claire so well, knew she needed a moment now, some space to think, so she didn't press. But she was far from finished with the problem. 'Have you spoken with our little musical genius yet?' she asked.

tries, and tries very hard, but she doesn't know what it's like to be the sole survivor, the only one left of one's contemporaries. They've all gone now. They're all dead and buried. My dearest friends, my loved ones. Even my enemies are no longer around to get my goat and spark the will in me to fight.

Blackie was safe and would continue to be safe and that he would come home to her when the war was over. Her unwavering faith in Almighty God was the rock upon which her life was built

most disturbing part of the meeting had been Sarah's blatant dislike

The clock in the church tower

inert and seemingly lifeless.

Emma also had a secret she had shared with no one, not even Blackie. It was a plan, really. But a plan so grand it left no room for doubt, and it filled her days with that most wonderful of all human feelings—hope. It was a hope that foreshadowed all else in her cheerless

to her days and made every hour of punishing toil totally irrelevant. It was this blind belief, this absolute faith in herself and her future, that often put a lively spring into her step, brought an occasional smile to her normally solemn young face, and sustained her at all times.

And don't stand there gawping at me like a sucking duck!' she went on crossly, waving the ladle at Emma. 'Get a move on with yer, now that yer are here, lass! We've no time ter be wasting today.

I'm very sure of you. You're so good; so brave. And remember, God never gives us a burden that is too heavy to bear.

And what's this the cat's dragged in then? Lochinvar,' she said acidly.

He who ascends to mountaintops, shall find The loftiest peaks most wrapt in clouds and snow; He who surpasses or subdues mankind

Must look down on the hate of those below. —LORD BYRON, 'Childe Harold's Pilgrimage

Yer nasty bugger!' she cried passionately. 'It was only an accident. The lass didn't do it on purpose.' She regarded Murgatroyd through blazing eyes. 'If I ever sees yer strike that lass again, yer life won't be worth living. I promise yer that. I won't go ter the Squire. Indeed I won't! I'll tell her

bloody father! And yer knows what's in store for yer if Big Jack Harte gets his hands on yer. He'll make bloody mashed potatoes out of yer!