Sunless Solstice Quotes

“but between love and mere fondness lies a world of difference!”
― Lucy Evans, Sunless Solstice: Strange Christmas Tales for the Longest Nights

“The children (who behaved with the manners of the highest of the aristocracy—even better than that”
― Lucy Evans, Sunless Solstice: Strange Christmas Tales for the Longest Nights

“He just smiled at me”
― Lucy Evans, Sunless Solstice: Strange Christmas Tales for the Longest Nights

“She was perfectly natural”
― Lucy Evans, Sunless Solstice: Strange Christmas Tales for the Longest Nights

“The human voice is an extraordinary thing. It is an unfailing indication of character and personality. You can’t really fake it. The best actor or actress in the world’—he made a sweep of his hand excluding Valerie Brett—‘can only make up their face. They can’t make up their voice. They can imitate.”
― Lucy Evans, Sunless Solstice: Strange Christmas Tales for the Longest Nights

“The human voice is an extraordinary thing. It is an unfailing indication of character and personality. You can’t really fake it. The best actor or actress in the world’—”
― Lucy Evans, Sunless Solstice: Strange Christmas Tales for the Longest Nights

“I always think Jermyn Street is a queer street. I’ve known odd men living there”
― Lucy Evans, Sunless Solstice: Strange Christmas Tales for the Longest Nights

“When a man wants to do a thing”
― Lucy Evans, Sunless Solstice: Strange Christmas Tales for the Longest Nights

“He told me about her death”
― Lucy Evans, Sunless Solstice: Strange Christmas Tales for the Longest Nights

“However”
― Lucy Evans, Sunless Solstice: Strange Christmas Tales for the Longest Nights

“But it was no good telling him that. When a man runs into his fate as he did”
― Lucy Evans, Sunless Solstice: Strange Christmas Tales for the Longest Nights

“She smiled in return—one of those smiles a woman can hide from everyone but the person for whom it is intended.”
― Lucy Evans, Sunless Solstice: Strange Christmas Tales for the Longest Nights

“In that prelude”
― Lucy Evans, Sunless Solstice: Strange Christmas Tales for the Longest Nights

“Do you mean this civilization’s at the end of its evolution?’ I asked. ‘Either that,’ said he”
― Lucy Evans, Sunless Solstice: Strange Christmas Tales for the Longest Nights

“It’s not a story for children,’ he replied. ‘Though I don’t know why it shouldn’t be. They wouldn’t understand it”
― Lucy Evans, Sunless Solstice: Strange Christmas Tales for the Longest Nights

“Come down for Christmas. Punch.’ This is a common form of his invitation.”
― Lucy Evans, Sunless Solstice: Strange Christmas Tales for the Longest Nights

“We were saying all this last year as we sat round a blazing wood fire at that little house party the Stennings give every Christmas in that Tudor house of theirs on the borders of Kent and Sussex.”
― Lucy Evans, Sunless Solstice: Strange Christmas Tales for the Longest Nights

“The personal touch is going out of life”
― Lucy Evans, Sunless Solstice: Strange Christmas Tales for the Longest Nights

“The custom of telling stories round the fire on Christmas Eve is dying out,”
― Lucy Evans, Sunless Solstice: Strange Christmas Tales for the Longest Nights

“Probably this obsession was to some extent fostered by the fact that Sydney was a man of leisure. With more urgent matters to occupy his thoughts, he might have outgrown these fancies with the advance of middle age. But the possession of ample means, an inherited dislike for any kind of work calling for energy, and two or three interesting hobbies which filled up his time in an easy and soothing fashion, left him free to indulge his fancies. And fancies, when indulged, are apt to become one’s masters in the end; and so it proved with Sydney.”
― Lucy Evans, Sunless Solstice: Strange Christmas Tales for the Longest Nights

“As he went on and on in the black stillness, he began to have fancies. He imagined himself enormously tall—a great Viking of the Northland, hastening over icy fiords to his love. And that reminded him that he had a love—though, indeed, that thought was always present with him as a background for other thoughts.”
― Lucy Evans, Sunless Solstice: Strange Christmas Tales for the Longest Nights

“he did not at all object to being the only man in the world, so long as the world remained as unspeakably beautiful as it was when he buckled on his skates and shot away into the solitude.”
― Lucy Evans, Sunless Solstice: Strange Christmas Tales for the Longest Nights

“swear”—he dictated, and I repeated word after word to the end—“I swear to be the servant of this man from this hour unto the end of time, to renounce all other masters, and to serve him faithfully and well in all that he may command.”
― Lucy Evans, Sunless Solstice: Strange Christmas Tales for the Longest Nights

“for only sufferers, brothers in sorrow, no matter what their station in life may be, know how to comfort sufferers.”
― Lucy Evans, Sunless Solstice: Strange Christmas Tales for the Longest Nights

“More turf for the fire! Every one has a glass of steaming punch in his hand; every one’s face is lighted with love and radiant with joy; every one toasts every one, sings merry songs, dances with his sweetheart, or makes love to her in some shady corner,”
― Lucy Evans, Sunless Solstice: Strange Christmas Tales for the Longest Nights