Charlotte Bingham > Quotes

“You can't write any form of fiction unless you enjoy reading it. You must be sincere in your approach. It's no good despising the form. So many people think they could earn some money from writing something for which they have no affection. It won't work. The first thing you have to have is belief.”
― Charlotte Bingham

“Some people are very unfulfilled. In consequence they write passionately good romance because they believe that they could still find happiness. Emily Bronte was not a fulfilled woman but the passion she felt went into Wuthering Heights.”
― Charlotte Bingham

“Had I ever been in love. When B and I were together, I thought from then on I would never be out of love. The magic was it would never, ever end, and even though it has ended, it never really has. Even now, yes, after all this time, and after everything that has happened, sometimes I feel a sudden tug on my heart, and my breath catches in my throat, just when I think of him, just when I remember, when I remember how it all was.”
― Charlotte Bingham, Nanny

“Their past is my present, and when I look at them I can hear their voices quite clearly, just the way they were, every one of them, every single one. I love the sound of children’s voices, especially in the early morning, the sound of their half-whispered chatter and their secret laughter.”
― Charlotte Bingham, Nanny

“Grief has limits, whereas apprehension has none. For we grieve only for what we know has happened, but we fear all that possibly may happen.”
― Charlotte Bingham, Nanny

“It’s relatively easy, you know, when you don’t see someone. To kid yourself that you really don’t love them any more.”
― Charlotte Bingham, Nanny

“That’s always been the way, Brake,’ Lord Lydiard replied, still not looking up. ‘Old men make wars, and young men fight them.”
― Charlotte Bingham, Nanny

“While the backdrop remained unpainted anything could happen, and let it, Grace thought. Let someone else paint it in, perhaps another Brake Merrowby coming up the long drive in a bright red car, another man who could both entrance and infuriate her, someone else to love her for what she was rather than what she did.”
― Charlotte Bingham, Nanny

“You know as well as I do that any regrets we have are for things we chose not to do, not for the things we chose to do.”
― Charlotte Bingham, Nanny