Quotes About Lucinda

Somewhere around chapter seven she had started wondering if Lucinda, the annoyingly incompetent heroine of The Black Duke , truly deserved to live. The chit was forever whining about her life, while refusing to do anything about it.

Diana said: "Guess what, I'm going on a shooting weekend to Sandringham." Lucinda replied: "Gosh, perhaps you are going to be the next queen of England." As she wrung out a cloth which she was using to mop the floor Diana joked: "Beryl, I doubt it. Can you see me swanning around in kid gloves and a ballgown?

In that moment I found a power beyond any I'd had before, a will and a determination I would never have need if not for Lucinda, a fortitude I hadn't been able to find for a lesser cause.

But my fairy godmother said Lucinda was the only one who could remove it. However, she also said it might be broken someday without Lucinda's help.

That fool of a fairy Lucinda did not intend to lay a curse on me.

Lucinda, also, was quite determined that she would see the new piece. She declared to her aunt, in Lizzie's presence, without a vestige of a smile, that it might be well to see how a jilt could behave herself, so as to do her work of jilting in any noble fashion

That fool of a fairy Lucinda did not intend to lay a curse on me. She meant to bestow a gift. When I cried inconsolably through my first hour of life, my tears were her inspiration. Shaking her head sympathetically at Mother, the fairy touched my nose. "My gift is obedience. Ella will always be obedient. Now stop crying, child." I stopped.

People let their own hang-ups become the obstacles between them and personal happiness.

I was very anxious when I was writing 'Oscar And Lucinda.' I would take other books off the shelf to check my chapter length was OK.

The murders were so ghastly you might think it peculiar that Lucinda, no matter how lonely she might be, would leave her house at all, or, accepting the peculiarity, you may wrongly attribute great courage to her when you hear she had driven, unaccompanied, through streets that were still, for the most part, unlighted. Further, she was by no means insensible to this murderer. She was informed that he was, in all likelihood, a butcher or, the press suggested, an unsuccessful apprentice.

Don't tell me you don't trust me, Lucinda. For the way I exercised such commendable restraint last night, I deserve a medal, not suspicion.

People let their own hang-ups become the obstacles between them and personal happiness.