Quotes from D.E. Stevenson

D.E. Stevenson Winter and Rough Weather "I'm not really worrying, but it's very isolated. Boscath is like an island in some ways." "I see what you mean," nodded Jock. "And Rhoda isn't used to islands." James Dering and his new wife

If strangers see you behaving like lunatics, it doesn't matter, because they don't know who you are. And if your friends see you behaving like lunatics, it doesn't matter, because they know who you are.

God likes boys better than girls, doesn't He?" asked Anne suddenly. "No," replied Mr. Orme. The question startled him — in fact it horrified him — but he answered it quite quietly. "No," he repeated. "Certainly not." "I thought He did," said Anne. "Boys are more important, aren't they?" "No, we are all of equal importance in the sight of God. He loves us all.

Often and often the slow difficult tears formed upon my lids and were brushed hastily aside lest they should fall upon my ledger and leave immortal trace of my weakness and misery. But that has passed, and now I am resigned to the life; I even find pleasure in it. The books—I have always loved books and I love them better now—are my greatest solace.

I wish you wouldn't gad about the country like this," said John with a sigh. "But I'm quite strong now!" "Stronger than you were," amended John. "It's my war work," Sarah pointed out. "I don't enjoy tearing around the country giving Red Cross lectures—but I don't suppose soldiers enjoy fighting or munitions workers enjoy standing all day long, filing nuts and screws.

Bear them we can, and if we can we must.

Prayers are not always answered, " Malcolm replied. "Sometimes it's better for us that they're not answered; sometimes they're answered differently from what we expect.

His fellow travellers took him for an Englishman and did not mince their words, and their words were all the more weighty and significant because they were perfectly calm. They did not rant and rave against Germany, they did not hate her, they merely judged her and condemned her as they would have judged and condemned any thief or any murderer of innocent men. They discussed the whole affair sanely and dispassionately in a manner that made his blood run cold.

Query – Why do people with no children of their own seem to think the shocking behaviour of other people's offspring a fit subject for mirth?)

I can't be doing with people that are not exactly what they seem.' Mamie was

It isn't what happens to you that matters, it's how you take it.

It happens when you're eighteen," said Anne thoughtfully. "You'll be eighteen next year." "But I don't want it to happen!" cried Nell in alarm. "I couldn't go out to parties and — and talk to people — and go downstairs to dinner and all that." "Perhaps when you're eighteen —" "Not when I'm eighty! I'd rather things went on just as they are for ever.

These were the things Kitty talked about when I met her—and I listened. She never wanted to know about my life—and why should she? My life was so monotonous that I would have found it difficult to discuss it with her if she had ever shown any desire to know what I did with myself.

Now he altered his routine and began to take his walk in the afternoon. If the children were not to be allowed to come to him for religious instruction he must go to them. He knew they played in the gardens and was sure he would find them … but he was disappointed. The children saw him, of course, but they avoided him — as they avoided all grown-ups —

Authors often leave their sentences unfinished like that—at least the kind who come to Wentworth's do—and they are always men. Women authors seem to bother less about local color, or perhaps they bother more. Perhaps they actually pack a couple of suitcases and trek off to Borneo or Canada or wherever it may be, before they send their hero there to hob-nob with head-hunters or to track moose.

The Major would be laughing at me,' replies Alec, smiling. 'But no, I would be wanting no war for him. It is only that I am glad now there was one for me. I was not glad at the time, no, not altogether glad. Wars are bad things, and we want no more of them – but there is good in them for the lucky ones.' 'I believe you are right,' says

Nobody can laugh at you if you laugh first; the laugh with you.

He's in cotton-wool, pampered and cosseted, surrounded with hot-house flowers and picture papers. He's a prisoner in a gilded cage. I wonder how long it will be

Homes slid past—hundreds of thousands of houses—and each one was a home, a secret place where people slept and ate and quarreled and made up again, where people were happy or miserable (or, even worse than miserable, were hopelessly resigned). Every house had its own peculiar atmosphere, its own peculiar smell, so that although there were dozens of houses, all alike to look at, they were all quite different.

What's the use of thinking about something which never could happen? It only makes you discontented with what you've got.

Men who understand women being sometimes too understanding of women other than their wives.

Nothing in this world is permanent-neither sorrow nor joy-and only a foolish person would ask for permanence. We don't stand still, thought Robert. We are travellers upon the path of life.

People can't go on living without happiness—or at least without hope.

She was like a person with too many clothes on, you know. She couldn't feel the warmth of the sun