Quotes from D.E. Stevenson

There is a little silence which I dare not break, and then my hostess continues, more as if she were speaking to herself than to me, 'It's a queer thing how your life can fall to pieces about your head in a few minutes. It happened to me like that – at one moment I was a happy wife, loved and cosseted, without a care in the world, and five minutes later I was – alone

If you had told me eighteen months ago that German aeroplanes would fly over this house, and that I would not take any notice of them but just go on as usual, I should have thought you were mad!" I ask her what has changed her outlook and she replies, "I think we have got beyond being frightened for ourselves. We don't matter, Hester. It is Britain that matters now. We are all soldiers now . .

Well, you asked me," said Ash. "I mean—well—you asked me, didn't you? I wouldn't have read them but there wasn't anything else to read—it was in hospital, you see." "Most people like my books," said Miss Walters faintly. "Most people are saps," said Ash.

Tim admires everything he sees and waxes more and more enthusiastic as we proceed from room to room. I become more and more depressed at the prospect of trying to keep the place moderately clean with two maids.

I used to worry myself nearly crazy about money—about how I was to make ends meet and pay for Emmie's education—but not now." She hesitated and then added in a lower voice, "You've taught me to trust God and enjoy my daily bread, that's why I said don't let's think about the future." "....We'll trust God and enjoy our daily bread together.

Don't be frightened of life, it's good. Make friends with life...

When at last a new clerk was engaged to take my place they were forced to believe it and were frankly envious. " Gosh! " exclaimed Wrigson. " Fancy being able to lie in bed as long as you like! Fancy having nothing to do except amuse yourself! " " But that isn't the idea at all," I told him. " I'm exchanging one job—which I'm not particularly good at—for another job which I hope to do better.

This last book of the diary was more modern in tone and there were little touches of humour in it—as if Miss Antonia had recovered from the sorrow of her youth and made friends with life—it had been written by an old woman, but a woman who had moved with the times and was vitally interested in people and affairs.

Somehow talking to him had made me feel better. He was sane and sensible—the first sane, sensible person I had spoken to for hours. As I walked back to the car I had an absurd feeling that I could be friends with that waiter. I wondered what his name was and where he lived … it was foolish, of course; I knew nothing about him, nothing except that he was sensible and kind.

I'll read it," he said, smiling. " But you needn't worry. As long as you write about things that interest you your books will interest other people. Just keep on writing. Don't stop.

We impress Grace with the necessity of taking her umbrella (although the sky is cloudless), and join the throng of fashionably attired churchgoers, all of whom seem to be making their way to the Parish Church. I reflect that neither of my companions is attending church with orthodox motives, but perhaps it is better to attend with unorthodox motives than not at all.

What Morland wanted was a wife exactly like his mother; a wife who would say 'Yes, dear.' Julia had often smiled to herself when she heard Mrs. Beverley say 'Yes, dear' and had despised her just a little for having no mind of her own . . . but perhaps poor Mrs. Beverley had become a 'Yes, dear' sort of wife because it was the only way to live comfortably with a 'Do this' sort of husband!

Excepting Will," Mrs. Bulloch amended. "Such an affront to put upon ye, Thomas! Yon man'll not enjoy heaven if he gets there." "He'll

I started off down the road. Perhaps I should have been worrying about the fate of the green car and its occupants but the plain truth is that I was not worrying at all. The plain truth is I did not care a pin what happened to them. I was utterly fed up and disgusted with the whole crowd. It was my own fault of course. I should never have accepted the invitation to the party.

The house seems quite hopeful, and we are on the point of taking it for six months when it becomes known that Tim is an officer in His Majesty's Army. This immediately precludes any possibility of the house being let to us, and we are shown out of the door with all possible dispatch. I am too cold and wet to be really angry, but Tim is boiling with rage. Conversation too lurid to record.

Because I'm a Christian.' She had been pushed beyond the limit of her endurance and the words had burst out without thinking . . . but of course it was true. That really was the answer; for if you were a Christian you had to forgive people who showed contrition, no matter what they had done. She had no idea what 'Uncle Randal' had done, but he was sorry and wanted to end the feud. If you did not forgive other people you could not expect forgiveness from God . . .

It is not only great occasions which call for strength beyond our own; ordinary people who go about their daily duties feel the need of God's strength to help them, and God's shield to protect them from harm. The chief cause of unhappiness in modern times is fear, said Mr. Orme; fear of illness, fear of the future, fear of death; but the heart that trusts in the Lord fears nothing.

for these men have given their bodies to be trained to fight. They are going to fight for freedom and justice; they are going to fight for their country; they are going to fight for me. Yes, it comes to that. They are going to fight—and perhaps die—for me and mine, and I can do nothing to show my gratitude. I cannot do anything at all for them.

It's double Dutch," declared the man in the check cap. " That's what it is." " Sounds like Danish to me," said the man in evening dress. " He looks like a Dane, too." " He's a Scot," I said, laughing. " So am I. He's offering me a lift home to Scotland, and I'd give my ears to take him at his word.

According to this book I have been sowing the seeds of complexes and cultivating inhibitions in Bryan and Betty ever since they were a few months old. Feel much worried about this, but decide that it is too late now to do anything, and that Bryan and Betty must just take their chance.

The only human beings in the neighborhood who were not looking forward to a happy day were members of the local constabulary, for it seemed pretty certain that a good many otherwise law-abiding people would come in motor cars, burning gas that had been allotted them for domestic purposes only, and the English bobby does not fancy himself in the role of Gestapo official.

The troubles of our proud and angry dust Are from eternity, and shall not fail. Bear them we can, and if we can we must. Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.

All war is awful," says Guthrie. "It's a wrong and horrible thing, war is, but we don't need to worry about the rights and wrongs of war. We tried our best for peace. We tried for peace to the absolute limit of honour . . . but you can't have peace when a pack of ravening wolves gets loose . . . Let's talk about Avielochan.

Several aeroplanes are now seen which inspires Bryan to announce that he is going to be an ace in the next war. Reflect on the futility of all this talk anent disarmament in the face of the warlike spirit of the rising generation.