The School at Thrush Green Quotes
The School at Thrush Green
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“Anyone with any sense welcomes retirement,”
― The School at Thrush Green
― The School at Thrush Green
“In this brief pause between activities, she suddenly became conscious of living completely in the present. It came but rarely. One was either looking back anxiously wondering which duties had been left undone, or forward to those duties which lay before one.”
― The School at Thrush Green
― The School at Thrush Green
“chipolatas,”
― The School at Thrush Green
― The School at Thrush Green
“The good Charles, remembering Harold and IsobePs suggestions,”
― The School at Thrush Green
― The School at Thrush Green
“instil”
― The School at Thrush Green
― The School at Thrush Green
“She stood there for a moment, looking at the well-loved view towards Lulling Woods in the blue distance.
In this brief pause between activities, she suddenly became conscious of living completely in the present. It came but rarely. One was either looking back anxiously wondering which duties had been left undone, or forward to those duties which lay before one.
Now, in temporary limbo, she felt the sun on her arms, heard a frenzied bee tapping on the window for escape, smelt the dark red roses which stood on the desk, and saw, with unusual clarity, the iridescent feathers of the wood pigeon pecking in the playground. All her senses seemed sharpened. It was a moment of great intensity, never to be forgotten.”
― The School at Thrush Green
In this brief pause between activities, she suddenly became conscious of living completely in the present. It came but rarely. One was either looking back anxiously wondering which duties had been left undone, or forward to those duties which lay before one.
Now, in temporary limbo, she felt the sun on her arms, heard a frenzied bee tapping on the window for escape, smelt the dark red roses which stood on the desk, and saw, with unusual clarity, the iridescent feathers of the wood pigeon pecking in the playground. All her senses seemed sharpened. It was a moment of great intensity, never to be forgotten.”
― The School at Thrush Green
