A Few Quotes From A Few Books

I read A Particular Place by Mary Hocking last week. I didn't like it as well as Good Daughters but she is an author I am glad I discovered. She puts little bits in that just sum up life so well. Here are two quotes I particularly liked.

Charles had frequently regretted the fact that nowadays it is almost impossible for two people to remain in the same room and be silent; that, in fact, to come upon a couple so engaged would be more convincing proof of intimacy than catching them in an embrace.

It is true, isn't it? If you can be silent with someone you can be friends with them. The constant need to find something to say is a sign of discomfort. I also agree with this next quote.

In Hester's opinion much misery--breakdown of marriage, disaffection of children, loss of friendship, to say nothing of many minor irritations and discomforts--could be avoided if people would only refrain from breaking their fast together. Some might rise from their beds light of spirit and kind of heart, but these were the few. The majority, of whom Hester was one, come leadenfoot to the table, the night still grit in the deep crevices and crannies of their personality.

Exactly. I love the phrase "the night still grit in the deep crevices and crannies of their personality." It is so perfect.

I also read The House in the Country by Jocelyn Playfair. It is set in England during WWII and is the story of the occupants of one house during a brief period of the war. It is introspective and quiet and exactly the type of book I like. Here are a couple of quotes I enjoyed.

...if people would only realise that it's absurd to marry anyone without knowing whether you could talk to them for hours on end without getting bored. And I mean talk, as opposed to just throwing a few remarks into a necking session!

This makes a nice contrast to the first quote. Both are really true. To be close to someone you have to enjoy talking to them but also to be able to be silent and comfortable. She also gave a description of a perfect marriage.

How can I talk about perfect marriages? But she did know. She knew that a perfect marriage meant all the fun in life was twice as amusing while it lasted, and when it was over the drive home was the best part of all. 

And finally, here is a lovely descriptive passage.

Cressida hurried into the woods at the end of the discomforting lawns.  It was better in there, the woods were unchanged and dim, and still it seemed to wrap one in an underwater atmosphere of green warmth, scattered with dusty stars of sunlight that had eaten through the thick, delicately patterned ceiling.  Deep in the woods there was a clearing, where the sky was a piece of bright colour, like a silken tent stretched across the gap in the trees. A tiny aeroplane, looking no bigger than a dragon-fly, dangled from a tail of fiercely white smoke tapered to a needle point at its lower end, blown at the other by some current of air too gentle to reach the earth, into curves and drifts like the light brushstrokes of an artist painting delicately upon blue silk. 

What have you been reading lately?

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