Rachael Lucas > Rachael's Quotes

“She liked Victorian novels. They were the only kind of novel you could read while eating an apple.”
― Stella Gibbons, Cold Comfort Farm

“There are two ways of spreading light: to be
The candle or the mirror that reflects it.”
― Edith Wharton

“There is one friend in the life of each of us who seems not a separate person, however dear and beloved, but an expansion, an interpretation, of one's self, the very meaning of one's soul.”
― Edith Wharton

“She had no tolerance for scenes which were not of her own making.”
― Edith Wharton, The House of Mirth

“Isn't it nice to think that tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it yet?”
― L.M. Montgomery

“I am simply a 'book drunkard.' Books have the same irresistible temptation for me that liquor has for its devotee. I cannot withstand them.”
― L.M. Montgomery

“Miss Barry was a kindred spirit after all," Anne confided to Marilla, "You wouldn't think so to look at her, but she is. . . Kindred spirits are not so scarce as I used to think. It's splendid to find out there are so many of them in the world.”
― Lucy Maud Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables

“Well, when I am fifty-three or so I would like to write a novel as good as Persuasion but with a modern setting, of course. For the next thirty years or so I shall be collecting material for it. If anyone asks me what I work at, I shall say, 'Collecting material'. No one can object to that.”
― Stella Gibbons, Cold Comfort Farm

“That would be delightful,' agreed Flora, thinking how nasty and boring it would be.”
― Stella Gibbons, Cold Comfort Farm

“When one is burying a dream, one might as well plant another dream.”
― Glennon Melton

“When I can't ride anymore, I shall keep horses as long as I can hobble around with a bucket and a wheelbarrow. When I can't hobble, I shall roll my wheelchair out to the fence of the field where my horses graze and watch them.
Whether by wheelbarrow or wheelchair, I will do likewise to keep alive-as long as I can do as best I can-my connection with horses.”
― Monica Dickens, Talking of Horses