Quotes from Elizabeth Wein

Suicide," Balliol said softly. "Another wretched man." "Another wretched girl," I corrected.

Wait and hope, as I did while they took your arm off. I held my hand over your heart all through that final morning, so I could warn the surgeon of its faltering." "Did it falter?" "Not once. Nor will it falter now. Fly free, my brave one, my sunbird. Take back the sky. Do not be afraid.

The Rosalie really did not want to go like the clappers and performed its usual consumptive drama every time we came to an uphill slope, coughing and gasping like a dying Dickens heroine, and finally just stopped—engine still gasping a bit but the car just stopped. Simply could not move forward up the hill. Choke full out but cylinders firing pathetically as though we were trying to make the poor thing run on nothing but air.

I ken who you are! You're Strathfearn's granddaughter. Julie Stuart, is it? Och, aye, Lady Julia! Well then, Lady Julia, tell me -- who don't you deserve a glass of water?

Listening to the Rabbits talk about their operations was like watching a horror movie in a foreign language. You sort of hoped you'd misunderstood what was going on. And then when you figured out what was really going on, it was worse than you'd thought.

The wave of memory had submerged me for a whole minute, while I'd just sat staring and let it all come flooding back.

Lucky for me I didn't know. Why lucky for her? Not lucky for the people she was protecting, but lucky for Ró?a. She didn't have to choose.

Inspector Milne's suspicious prying appeared to have awakened her inner Bolshevik, and so I discovered my own lady mother is not above quietly circumventing the law.

take me. Ancient

It's like being in love, discovering a best friend.

Verity: thirty seconds it lasted, green sunlight breaking the cloud on the horizon. Then the light winked out below the haze again and all three pilots were left blinded in the dull gloom of a showery autumn afternoon.

Von Linden really should know me well enough by now to realize that I am not going to face my execution without a fight. Or with anything remotely resembling dignity.

Verity: The Puss Moth's lovely engine (this is Maddie talking; she is a bit mad) had only HALF THE POWER of Maddie's motorbike. They were cleaning the bits of turf out of it with wirebrushes.

p'tit morceau de merde écossaise.

Which would you rather have––an unlimited supply of Chanel No. 5, or freedom?

Rose: Last thing every night, some unseen voice would yell into the dark, 'Vive la France!' and someone else would answer, 'God bless America!

Nothing like an arcane literary debate with your tyrannical master while you pass the time leading to your execution.

But I have told the truth. Isn't that ironic? They sent me because I am so good at telling lies. But I have told the truth.

It's like being in love, discovering your best friend.

God knows what I thought! Your brain does amazing acrobatics when it doesn't want to believe something.

Von Loewe really should know me well enough by now to realize that I am not going to face my execution without a fight. Or with anything remotely resembling dignity.

You can come back to friendship. You can let it drop, for five years or ten years, and come back to it.