Quotes About Sylvia

Sick of envying, sick of herself. She didn't understand antiques or architecture, she couldn't draw like Sylvia, she didn't read like Ted, she had few interests and no expertise. A capacity for love was the only true thing she'd ever had.

Yes, it is. I'm leaving the marriage, I'm not leaving you. As long as you're in the house, I'll take care of the house." "Fuck off," said Sylvia.

The doctor's name was Sylvia. I told her she'd have a problem with me because Sylvia was my mother's name.

Had anyone ever entertained the possibility that Sylvia was schizophrenic? If God spoke to Amelia she would presume she had gone insane.

Syvia," says Papa, "it is the Russians." Liberation

Sylvia had a lively, sharply sculptured face, brown eyes that were as alive as a small animal's and as gay as a young girl's, and wavy brown hair that was brushed back from her fine forehead and cut thick below her ears and at the line of the collar of the brown velvet jacket she wore. She had pretty legs and she was kind, cheerful and interested, and loved to make jokes and gossip. No one that I ever knew was nicer to me.

Ian and Sylvia, who, when you got right down to it, were essentially country and western singers. I just recorded his Four Strong Winds. It's a wonderful song.

Readers want a good book; it's a writer's job to give it to them.

Beauty had just squatted under one of the chairs lining the hallway. A small trickle was creeping across the marble floor. 'She's too intelligent to pay mind to me,' Lady Sylvia said blandly. 'All three dogs are French, and they behave just like Frenchmen. Decorative but peevish.

I fret for Sylvia. She appears anchored to the idea of sinking, which is silly when she so clearly soars above almost everyone.

There is an increasing market for mental hospital stuff. I am a fool if I don't relive it, recreate it.

This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary. The trees of the mind are black. The light is blue.

In Dresden, Sylvia Morris witnessed the ransacking of the Jewish department store - Etam's [on Kristallnacht, 9 November 1938]. 'Dresden had been peaceful and not pro-Nazi so this was a major event,' she recalled. 'We girls in the Töchterhaus made our terrified landlady go to the store to buy things. We opened all the windows and sang Mendelssohn songs as loudly as we could.

He wouldn't write a letter because he couldn't without beginning it 'Dear Sylvia' and ending it 'Yours sincerely' or 'truly' or 'affectionately.' He's that sort of precise imbecile. I tell you he's so formal he can't do without all the conventions there are and so truthful he can't use half of them.

John McCrodden's anger, Poirot thought, was equal to Sylvia Rule's but different: less explosive, more enduring. He would not forget, whereas she might if a new and more pressing drama occurred.

I sang when I was in primary school, and I did singing at Sylvia Young: no acting at all.

O Love! for Sylvia let me gain the prize, And make my tongue victorious as her eyes.

Don;t blush, for God's sake. You and your blushing - you're like some Victorian maiden.

more time to let it all settle in. I'd promised the swing, but he wasn't holding that

I have stitched life into me like a rare organ --from Three Women: A Poem for Three Voices, written 1962

Mother of otherness, Eat me. --from Poem for a Birthday - Who, written 1960

I smile, now, thinking: we all like to think we are important enough to need psychiatrists

Every woman adores a Fascist, The boot in the face, the brute Brute heart of a brute like you. –-from Daddy, written 12 October 1962

The blood jet is poetry, There is no stopping it. --from Kindness, written 1 February 1963