Stella Gibbons Quotes
She liked Victorian novels. They were the only kind of novel you could read while eating an apple.
He was, she reflected, almost rudely like a tortoise; and she was glad her friend kept none as pets or they might have suspected mockery.
Nature is all very well in her place, but she must not be allowed to make things untidy.
Surely she had endured enough for one evening without having to listen to intelligent conversation?
Flora sighed. It was curious that persons who lived what the novelists called a rich emotional life always seemed to be a bit slow on the uptake.
On the whole, Flora liked it better when they were silent, though it did rather give her the feeling that she was acting in one of the less cheerful German highbrow films.
Women are all alike - aye fussin' over their fal-lals and bedazin' a man's eyes, when all they really want is man's blood and his heart out of his body and his soul and his pride.
Here was an occasion, she thought, for indulging in that deliberate rudeness which only persons with habitually good manners have the right to commit.
Well,' said Mrs Smiling, 'it sounds an appalling place, but in a different way from all the others. I mean, it does sound interesting and appalling, while the others just sound appalling.
Curious how Love destroys every vestige of that politeness which the human race, in its years of evolution, has so painfully acquired.
Like all really strong-minded women, on whom everybody flops, she adored being bossed about. It was so restful.
There are some things (like first love and one’s first reviews) at which a woman in her middle years does not care to look too closely.
By god, DH Lawrence was right when he said there must be a dumb, dark, dull, bitter belly-tension between a man and a woman, and how else could this be achieved save in the long monotony of marriage?
Mary, you know I hate parties. My idea of hell is a very large party in a cold room where everybody has to play hockey properly.
He stood at the table facing Flora and blowing heavily on his tea and staring at her. Flora did not mind. It was quite interesting: like having tea with a rhinoceros.
Haven't you enough money?'For she knew that this is what is the matter with nearly everybody over twenty-five.
To tidy up takes time, and she wants all her time for wolfing books...
