The Vet's Daughter Quotes

“It was Sunday morning, and old people passed me like sad grey waves on their way to church.”
― Barbara Comyns, The Vet's Daughter

“Now I lay down on this tree and felt a lonely sadness coming over me in waves. Slow tears ran from my eyes and trickled into my ears. I thought, 'I even cry in a humble, common way, with tears flowing into my ears.' But the humble, common tears had relieved me[...]”
― Barbara Comyns, The Vet's Daughter

“Her face worked in an odd way, like knitting coming undone.”
― Barbara Comyns, The Vet's Daughter

“When I left the kitchen the whole family were all gazing upwards at the dancing flies.”
― Barbara Comyns, The Vet's Daughter

“Everywhere in the house there were sad little reminders—a limp string shopping-bag hanging from the kitchen door; a fortune-telling book in the dresser-drawer; a fern in the dining-room window that had died from neglect since she had ceased to tend it; and one small black glove mixed up with the string she used to save—little things like that were everywhere.”
― Barbara Comyns, The Vet's Daughter

“It was after breakfast, and I went into the dining-room to clear away the remains of Father's kippers. The sun came slanting in through the window and touched the mantelpiece, where the monkey's skull used to lie. I placed a damp log on the recently lighted fire. A soft hissing sound came and a frantic woodlouse rushed about the smoking bark. I rescued it with a teaspoon, although I had no fondness for woodlice. It was a pity to let it burn—and there it was, squirming on the damp tea-spoon, grey and rather horrible. With one hand I pushed up the window and with the other placed it on the sill, where it crawled about leaving a small wet trail of tea among the winged sycamore-seeds that had lodged there. The air was sharp and wintry, and the street very still. The only people to be seen were a few pale women with black string bags. Under the gate a dried leaf rustled very gently. I thought, 'It's minutes like this that seem to last so long.”
― Barbara Comyns, The Vet's Daughter