Paula Brackston Quotes
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Paula Brackston (Dorset, England ) (aka P. J.
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Better foolish and honest than clever and false.
Reputation is for those who can afford it.
Knowledge cannot be unknown. Experience cannot be unlived.
After all, are we not measured by the way in which we treat the most vulnerable members of our society?
There is none so quick to dismiss what they don’t understand as those who are afraid of it. And maybe with reason.
For whatever time we might have, my love. For whatever time we might have.
We are each mistresses of our own happiness. We ought not to look to others to supply it.
My mind is like the willow; it flexes and springs. My heart is a knot of oak. Let them try to wound me.
It’s a brilliant example of a writer in total control of her material, apparently effortlessly inhabiting the minds of her characters and giving them wonderfully individual voices.
Poverty has a way of taking the edge off principles. Hunger can blunt them altogether
If you are not able to travel, he told me, the next best thing is to read. Read all you can, girl. And store up that knowledge, for you never know when you will need it.
Must we always bedeck ourselves in prettiness to be thought pleasing? It would appear so. A woman must look a certain way to be worthy of a man’s attentions. It is expected.
She needs the hand of friendship extended. Are we not all of us, at some time or another, dependent on the kindness of others? Would we not wish someone to act selflessly for our sake?
For, what is home? Surely more than a set of rooms, a roof, an address? Home suggests belonging. Suggests warmth, safety, companionship. Love.
fear it is written somewhere in the terms of my parental contract: Fret frequently about well-being of offspring.
And secrets are dangerous. They start small but grow with every evasive answer or outright lie that protects them. Nevertheless, I confess to finding the closeness such conspiracy breeds irresistibly delicious.
Many in Batchcombe have suffered greatly, William. They look for someone to blame. It was my mother who made me see that.” She hesitated, then added, “People fear what they cannot explain.
what can be imagined can be brought into being.
Who was it, I wonder, who decided that heartbroken relatives should host a party at the very moment all they wished for was to be left alone to grieve?
Faith requires no proof. No evidence. No explanation. Faith is entirely a matter of trust and belief. We cannot know, we can only believe.