A Memory of Violets Quotes

“Give the world your best, and the best will come back to you.”
― Hazel Gaynor, A Memory of Violets

“They tell you that it will pass, that there'll be a day when you wake up and your heart doesn't ache, a day when you don't cry, but laugh and smile and remember the person you've lost with great fondness. You can't believe that day will ever come. But it does, doesn't it? Somehow, it does.”
― Hazel Gaynor, A Memory of Violets

“For there is no friend like a sister In calm or stormy weather; To cheer one on the tedious way, To fetch one if one goes astray, To lift one if one totters down, To strengthen whilst one stands. —Christina Rossetti, “Goblin Market,” 1862”
― Hazel Gaynor, A Memory of Violets: A Novel of London's Flower Sellers

“A small crowd had gathered to gaze at the astonishing display of color: vivid blues; regal purples; soft, candy-floss pinks; strawberry reds; vibrant lime greens; sun-bright, buttercup yellows; rich oranges; and creamy, vanilla whites. Tilly’s eyes were unable to take it all in, her mouth unable to suppress a smile of sheer delight. It was as if someone had poured a box of paints onto this one street, leaving nothing with which to brighten up the drab gray of the rest of the city she had just passed.”
― Hazel Gaynor, A Memory of Violets: A Novel of London's Flower Sellers

“sometimes it is better to look at the shadows rather than be dazzled by the sun.”
― Hazel Gaynor, A Memory of Violets

“delicate beauty can be created by those who have known only hardship”
― Hazel Gaynor, A Memory of Violets: A Novel of London's Flower Sellers

“That's the funny thing about sisters, ain't it, " the driver continued. "Some can't stand the sight of each other and some can't bear to be apart.”
― Hazel Gaynor, A Memory of Violets

“Before she died, Mammy gave me and Rosie a lace handkerchief each, what had been made by our granny back in Ireland.”
― Hazel Gaynor, A Memory of Violets

“... a person can never be truly lost, as long as someone is looking for them.”
― Hazel Gaynor, A Memory of Violets

“God gave us roses in June so that we can have memories in December.”
― Hazel Gaynor, A Memory of Violets

“London     November 1912 Heather Farm Grasmere Westmorland Dear Tilly, I hope you and your sister”
― Hazel Gaynor, A Memory of Violets: A Novel of London's Flower Sellers