Quotes from Rosamunde Pilcher

Churches are so nice when they're empty. Like empty streets. You can see their shape.

but had forgotten all their names. A light burnt over the door. He went up the path, sea-pebbles crunching

Cliffords, were not the only people to realise that there were terrible times ahead.' 'What happened to your

If she had learned nothing else, she had learned that every age brings its own rewards. Rosamunde Pilcher, Flowers In the Rain & Other Stories

She finished the teacake and took a salmon-paste sandwich, and pretended to herself that Mummy and Jess did not belong to her, and that she was on her own, rattling across Europe in the Orient Express, with state secrets in her Chinese wicker basket, and all manner of exciting adventures in the offing.

I can't deal with hidden undertows or unspoken feelings.

I am neither of those things. And sharing my little house with you all is, perhaps, the least I can do.

Bernard Shaw said that youth is wasted on the young. It's only when you get to be old that you begin to understand what he was talking

And in this life, nothing good is ever lost. It stays part of a person, becomes part of their character. So part of you goes everywhere with me. And part of me is yours forever

Alone. She realized how much she had missed the luxury of solitude, and knew that its occasional comfort would always be essential to her. The pleasure of being on one's own was not so much spiritual as sensuous, like wearing silk, or swimming without a bathing suit on, or walking along a totally empty beach with the sun on your back. One was restored by solitude. Refreshed.

an erudite critique of Jonathan Miller's production of

She supposed she missed him, but it was not easy to go on missing a person when life had been lived without him for so long, with the only contact his monthly letters, which were three weeks old when they arrived, and not very inspiring even then.

Crusty brown bread, butter, and a pot of pâté de foie gras; chicken Kiev, and the makings of a salad. Olive oil, fresh peaches, cheeses; a bottle of Scotch, a couple of bottles of wine. She bought flowers, an armful of daffodils

my time pulling up the beastly things.

At any rate, it was boring to be in ill-health, doubly boring to talk about it.

Do you intend to go fishing, Oscar?" "No idea. But I can't travel to Scotland without my rod. It would be almost sacrilegious.

told her. "There's smoke in the chimney

What do you suppose their

To cheer herself up, Elfrida looked ahead, in positive fashion, which she had always found a reliable method of dealing with a sense of loss.

I feel old and finished. I'm nearly thirty now.

All the estate houses were the same design. Two up and two down. Originally. Little kitchens and bathrooms were added on after the war.

It was good. And nothing good is ever lost. It stays part of a person, becomes part of one's character.

But did she read to Cara, the books that Cara loved? The Borrowers and The Railway Children and every word of The Secret Garden.) Did she love the children, or simply possess them?

Eliot said nothing, just nodded his