Florence & Giles Quotes
Florence & Giles
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“As I princessed in the tower, he knight-in-shining-armoured up the drive.”
― Florence & Giles
― Florence & Giles
“But, Mrs Van Hoosier, if I may make so bold-'
'You may not,' She inserted another cake into her mouth and chewed it so angrily I all but felt sorry for it. When it was finally dead she turned and fixed me a look, as though she were a scientist and I some kind of bug she was microscoping.”
― Florence and Giles
'You may not,' She inserted another cake into her mouth and chewed it so angrily I all but felt sorry for it. When it was finally dead she turned and fixed me a look, as though she were a scientist and I some kind of bug she was microscoping.”
― Florence and Giles
“She was mantelpieced by a large bosom [...] you could have stood things on it, a vase of flowers and a bust of Beethoven, and a family photograph or two, maybe.”
― Florence & Giles
― Florence & Giles
“His long limbs didn't fit to easily into a drawing room, where it seemed one or other of them was always flailing out of its own accord, tipping a little side table here or tripping a rug there; he was like a huge epileptic heron.”
― Florence & Giles
― Florence & Giles
“It is a curious story I have to tell, one not so easily absorbed and understood, so it is fortunate I have the words for the task.”
― Florence and Giles
― Florence and Giles
“O Cisne
Foi em abril, eu me lembro, embora em meu espírito fosse dezembro,
Que um pássaro ferido foi retirado da escuridão do lago,
As penas brancas brilharam ao sol, e de sua boca escorreu a água negra,
Enquanto por dentro minha voz gritava até pensar que meu coração iria se partir;
Fui eu quem assistiu à sua morte, seguindo à deriva, à deriva, esperando em sua vigília
Que Deus levasse sua alma.”
― Florence & Giles
Foi em abril, eu me lembro, embora em meu espírito fosse dezembro,
Que um pássaro ferido foi retirado da escuridão do lago,
As penas brancas brilharam ao sol, e de sua boca escorreu a água negra,
Enquanto por dentro minha voz gritava até pensar que meu coração iria se partir;
Fui eu quem assistiu à sua morte, seguindo à deriva, à deriva, esperando em sua vigília
Que Deus levasse sua alma.”
― Florence & Giles
“The Swan
It was April, I remember, though my spirit was December,
When a broken bird was lifted from the darkness of the lake,
In the sun white feathers gleaming, from her mouth black water streaming,
While within my voice was screaming until I thought my heart would break;
It was I who watched her dying, drifting, drifting, waiting in her wake
For God her soul to take.”
― Florence and Giles
It was April, I remember, though my spirit was December,
When a broken bird was lifted from the darkness of the lake,
In the sun white feathers gleaming, from her mouth black water streaming,
While within my voice was screaming until I thought my heart would break;
It was I who watched her dying, drifting, drifting, waiting in her wake
For God her soul to take.”
― Florence and Giles
