Quotes from Tracy Chevalier

I liked sleeping in the attic. There was no Crucifixion scene hanging at the foot of the bed to trouble me. There were no paintings at all, but the clean scent of linseed oil and the musk of the earth pigments. I liked my view of the New Church, and the quiet. No one came up except him. The girls did not visit me as they sometimes had in the cellar, or secretly search through my things. i felt alone there, perched high above the noisy household, able to see it from a distance.

Donne in eccedenza, così venivano chiamate quelle rimaste nubili a causa della guerra e che difficilmente si sarebbero sposate, una minaccia, anzi una vera tragedia, per una società basata sul matrimonio. Violet aveva pensato che col tempo ci avrebbe fatto l'abitudine, invece a trentotto anni suonati le bruciava ancora l'idea di essere una donna in eccedenza.

People had gone west leaving behind all sorts of trouble; what they found in California was the space and freedom to create new trouble.

What's funny about opposites be that wet and dry both has water, boy and girl be about people, Heaven and Hell be the places you go when you die. They all has something in common. So they an't completely different from each other the way people think. Having the one don't mean t'other be gone.

I knew I should believe him, as he taught at Oxford, but his answers did not feel complete. It was like having a meal and not getting quite enough to eat.

Años de acarrear el agua, retorcer la colada, fregar los suelos, vaciar los orinales, sin que la belleza o el color o la luz entraran en mi vida, se extendían ante mí como una paisaje llano en el que se divisa el mar a lo lejos, pero nunca puedes alcanzarlo. Si no podía trabajar fabricando los colores, si no podía estar cerca de él, no sabía cómo iba a poder seguir trabajando en aquella casa.

Paintings may serve a spiritual purpose for Catholics, but remember too that Protestants see God everywhere, in everything. By painting everyday things—tables and chairs, bowls and pitchers, soldiers and maids—are they not celebrating God's creation as well?" I

My mommy told me If I was goody That she would buy me A rubber dolly My sister told her I kissed a soldier Now she won't buy me That rubber dolly Now I am dead And in my grave And there beside me A rubber dolly

Nance is funny that way. She likes women her own size--like your sister. She knows where she is with a woman like Martha. Whereas Molly--she's so--well, so full of life, she makes Nance feel even sicker.

I'm going to draw on every grave in the cemetery he continued. Why do you draw them? I asked. Why a skull and crossbones? Reminds you what's underneath, don't it? It's all bones down there, whatever you may put on the grave.

This is not your land, William Lobb said. Oh, it is, it is. I got the papers. I can show you, back at the camp. This is Indian land, if it's anyone's. William Lobb spoke as if he hadn't heard Billie Lapham. Those Miwoks encamped just south of here - they've been here longer than you. It's theirs, or it's God's land - take your pick.

If redwoods are the backbone of California, oaks are of England.

of all the cities he had been to—Detroit, Indianapolis, Chicago, St. Louis, Salt Lake City—San Francisco was by far the worst.

His parting would have been solemn but we were too busy to think much of it. We were weaving fourteen hours a day then, with hardly a moment for meals, and I was dizzy with the pattern of the tapestry in front of me even when I wasn't weaving. I fell into bed each night and slept without moving until Madeleine woke me in the morning. There was little time left to think about a man's departure. The night before Nicolas went the

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In general, Quakers did not give gifts, as material possessions should not be given heightened status.

Appliqué is very popular here. To my eye it has a facile look about it, as if the maker has not thought hard but simply cut out whatever shape has taken her fancy and sewn it on to a bit of cloth. Piecing together patchwork, on the other hand, requires more consideration and more accuracy; that is why I like it, though some say it is too cold and geometrical.

Whatever's happened to you during the day, as long as you got a nice pillowcase for your head at night, you'll be all right. You got yourself a place to lay your head, Honor Haymaker. Things are lookin' up.

O s?-mi fac? pl?cere s?-mi imaginez o pictur? f?cut? de un maestru,chiar dac? mintea mea creeaz? doar o imita?ie palid?.

Most other front gardens when planted with flowers looked both formal and artificial. Judith Haymaker, for instance, had put in daffodil and hyacinth bulbs so that they came up in rigid rows, a sight English women would have smiled at. While plentiful, Mrs Reed's flowers had a randomness about them that reminded Honor of coming upon primroses or anemones in the woods. They were just there, as if they always had been. It took real skill to remove the gardener's hand from the garden.

Life itself was far messier and didn't end so tidily with the heroine making the right match.

They were a mother's words, words I would say to my own daughter if I were concerned for her

There is no need to fear, he said, for you are here with me.

Ma è questo che ci si aspetta da noi donne, no? Dobbiamo dare, dare, e aiutare gli altri, qualunque sia il nostro stato d'animo. È stancante e ingrato, a volte".