Quotes from Monica Dickens

Mary thought how strange it was to think that only a few inches of wall separated the placid cosiness of the sittingroom from the howling, streaming darkness. Houses were very defiant things.

If one's mother cries, there is nothing stable left in the world.

There are moment in life when one ceases to live and merely exists, when physical misery or discomfort become so great that they exclude all other sensations. One goes on, automatically, a body without a mind, like a tadpole, with no thought of the past or hope for the future. The present is eternity and fabricated of despair.

I had half a feeling that he might suddenly savage me in a bear hug under glass arcade. When he was disgruntled, you never knew how he would vent it.