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‘See how carefully I treat you. I won’t let you burn your insides out.’
Wow how sweet
‘Whoa, Patty – get a move on,’ Millie shouted, slapping her on the rump.
Why did I just spend 10 minutes trying not to laugh about this
There must have been moments of tenderness between her and Jack but all she could recall was her coldness towards him, her irritation as he shut down his emotions, one after another. If only she’d realised the depth of his despair, she could have taken him in her arms and comforted him. She would carry the ugly scar of omission for the rest of her life.
Curious the things you remember, she thought, the way time curves and pulls images in odd directions.
But if she did that, abandoned another man in his hour of desperate need, her guilt would crush her. This time she wasn’t too late. This man was still alive. Jack never gave her that chance.
She never saw Jack again. At first she had a desperate need to know he was really dead, to understand the terrible mystery that surrounds a life passing; soon it became an agonising guilt that, having failed to make his life worth living, she even failed to say goodbye.
Lukas Schiller was standing in the shadows of the darkened sitting room watching her.
because that’s definitely not creepy and makes perfect sense if that turns her on
This was just a dream and as his mother always said, dreaming was free and dreaming was fine – so long as you didn’t resent it if it never came true.
The night before, when she scurried up the stairs, he waited for her to return, his heart pounding. He was sure he’d sensed the pull coming from her as well as him and hoped against hope that she’d fled because the power of their attraction had shaken her.
he can’t even speak English well and their in LOVE now because he dislocated his shoulder?! HUH
Everyone grieves in their own way.
What a strange species we are, he thought, to drop thousands of tons of explosives on one another and still have the humanity to stop the carnage simply because it’s Christmas.
Where one burns books, one will soon burn people.”
mmm ok. Interesting quote
The building rattled and shuddered as the shock waves swept the city but he felt a strange disconnection from the chaos, from the war, from his past, as if those few days at Enington Farm were the only life he’d ever lived.
key word: few days. My guy is in love and he was there for a “FEW DAYS”
She had to admit that betrayal of her country was easier to bear than the betrayal of another woman.
Ruby Skinner was the type of woman who didn’t enter a room, she occupied it.
Already love her
‘Where was the parachute found?’ ‘Here,’ the sergeant said, tapping the map with a nicotine stained fingernail.
‘All the nice girls love a sailor,’ he said.
True dat
It was so easy now to go on lying.
Then bang – a great big bomb drops out of the sky and all me old life goes up in smoke.’ June smiled.
June: and then my life fell to pieces 😋
Guilt was a useless emotion. He’d learned from quite a young age that it was much better to forgive yourself.
The room smelt of dust and human bodies but there was another smell, pleasant and oddly comforting.
Because any smell mixed with the stench of human bodies is comforting
Then, God, it was so quiet. Just the wind and men crying out in the water. I just thought I wanted to see my girl. You don’t ask how or why. You just want to.’
‘We cannot choose whom we fall in love with.’
‘All the more for me,’ Ruby said, grabbing hold of Danny’s plate and scraping the stew onto her own.
Stew on a plate. Ok.
As the afternoon wore on, he was assaulted by waves of guilt.
Guilt over here like: 😡🔪
Why did life have to pitch her into a vortex just when she was on the verge of peace and acceptance?
If the war has taught us anything, then surely it’s forgiveness.
But guilt is a pointless emotion. It changes nothing, except the person who carries it.
