Quotes from D.E. Stevenson

We must go back - right back to my childhood at Hinkleton Parsonage - I must try to make you see those days because the seeds which were sown then have grown into trees and are now bearing fruit. The seeds were sown, and the trees grew up, there was blossom, and then fruit - bitter fruit some of it.

so easily beset us, and let us run with patience the race that is set before us." Esther knew only too well that the weight she carried was too much anxiety and her besetting sin was too little faith, so the verse was peculiarly applicable to her.

The fatigue from which she was suffering was not really physical. She was spiritually exhausted by all she had been through. She felt dazed; it had all happened so suddenly. This day last week she had been doing her work at the office with absolutely no idea that anything would ever change her usual routine—and now here she was at Drumburly! No wonder she felt dazed.

Presumably people lived in these other flats but Bel had lived in her flat for eighteen months—and she knew nobody. Sometimes she met people on the stairs but they passed by as if she were invisible. It was very different from Southmere where she knew everyone and everyone knew her and where, even if you did not know a person, it was correct to say "Good morning" as you passed.

You're Mrs. Dering Johnstone!" "Goodness! How did you guess?" Bel had not guessed. She had known quite definitely the moment she saw Mrs. Dering Johnstone that this was Louise's cousin's wife, for Louise had said that James's wife, Rhoda, was perfectly beautiful—just like an angel—with wonderful golden hair. There could not be two people in Drumburly to fit this description, so obviously this was she.

Will your client win her case? " I asked. " Win her case! I can tell you this: if she doesn't win her case it will be a serious miscarriage of justice. Do you understand what that means, David? " " Yes," I said, grinning at him. " It means that the court doesn't agree with you.

A man is not a man nowadays," he cried with passionate bitterness. "Or at least he may not behave like one. He must bow his head to injustice, he must keep the law—even when he knows it to be false and unjust. Men fight with their tongues now, with lies and deceit. In the old days life was free and simple.