Quotes from Thomas Tryon

Old Biddy slept the peaceful sleep she deserved, the sweet blessed rest that comes to all those who have reached the end of their lives; as Bid had now come to hers.

I loved the feel of the place: the tranquil, bucolic look, the sense of peace that spoke from every doorway, from each plot of well-tended grass, from every newly blooming garden. I loved the solidity and agelessness of it, of the passersby themselves, simple country people with simple country faces. There was a sense of veneration for that which had gone before, a rigid, disciplined effort to preserve things as they were—even, perhaps, a reluctance to acknowledge things as they are.

Marryin's good, keeps a body on his toes. Me, once I lost Clem, I never cared to wed again.

Here, now, Jack," she said in a kindly tone, "lay your head against the back of the chair—that's good, just so." She peered down

He felt his jaw again, wiggling it back and forth, then nodding. "And now you'll be tellin' me they started

You'll be a fine sight tomorrow, you will. And a fat lip to boot." She touched the swollen tissue lightly. "Now, then, I won't

She took a mixing bowl from the cupboard, and a cloth bag from a shelf, measured out a handful

it's good when one feels the affections of the past. They are among the lasting things—they will never leave us. And as Lady had told me, never is a long, long time.