“Real intimacy was a delicate cloth of shared experiences stitched together by tiny accretions of time, mutual trust and support. It wasn’t something that could be folded, put away and shaken out when the need presented itself.” RelationshipsTrustIntimacy Book:House of Trelawney Source: House of Trelawney
“Anastasia's letter had made her realise something: Jane didn't miss wealth, or youth; what she missed desperately was friendship.” FriendshipWealthYouth Book:House of Trelawney Source: House of Trelawney
“Beauty and desire to possess have driven men mad for centuries.” ArtBeautyPossessionPossessions Book:The Improbability of Love Source: The Improbability of Love
“Aren’t we formed by the landscape we came from? I am a product of that earth and of the water that bubbles up from the springs. I can feel the floorboards under my feet, picture the rafters over my head, which came from the woods we played in. At night my dreams are full of the ghosts and echoes of my forebears; I am woken by their laughter and sighs. At Trelawney, I was part of a continuum, a pattern, but here in London I am nothing, no one. My tap water has been through eight other bodies, none of whom I will know or ever meet. Maybe I walk past them in the street, maybe not. I eat food grown in a country I’ll never visit. At Trelawney I had an identity. Here I am simply a statistic.” Home Book:House of Trelawney Source: House of Trelawney
“Can you miss someone you haven’t seen for longer than you knew them? Maybe we rue the time not the person.” NostalgiaMissing Someone Book:House of Trelawney Source: House of Trelawney
“Maybe I've got to that age when a woman turns to God, gardening or genealogy.” AgeWomen Book:House of Trelawney Source: House of Trelawney
“What happens between two people is mystifying; the opposite of what you think can be closer to the truth.” TruthRelationshipsTruth In Relationships Book:House of Trelawney Source: House of Trelawney
“I am called, and I personify, the Improbability of Love. I was painted to celebrate the wild cascades of amour, the rollicking, bucking, breaking and transformative passion that inevitably gives way to miserable, constricting, overbearing disappointment. At first my master imbued every tiny brushstroke with unbound ardour, untrammelled desire and unquenchable lust. During the painting of the work he had to accept that his feelings were a mirage, a chimera in his mind. This is the great tragedy of love - even if you are lucky enough to stumble on it, it never lasts.” Love Quotes Book:The Improbability of Love Source: The Improbability of Love