Alex Brown > Quotes

“following morning with her age-addled body so stiff she was barely able to stand upright without assistance? No, Edie needed taking care of, someone to watch over her. ‘Oooh, good for you!’ Nancy said, sounding”
― Alexandra Brown, The Secret of Orchard Cottage

“gesticulating”
― Alexexandra Brown, A Postcard from Italy

“The power of perfume is quite remarkable, the way it evokes memories of more pleasurable times. It’s a small thing that I can do to bring a moment of release for these courageous, but broken soldiers. I overheard one of the surgeons saying that our sense of smell is one of the last of our faculties to leave us when the end is near. So I shall endeavour to bring sweet, comforting fragrance to all in my care, together with soothing words of comfort in English, French and German if needs be, as I have seen first-hand the fear in all of the souls in my care. Death doesn’t distinguish, or indeed vilify, when the final moments are calling.”
― Alex Brown, A Postcard from Paris

“Annie decided to put her phone away and instantly felt lifted. Such a treat. To relax and take it all in with no pressure to capture every moment on her phone, taking photographs that she most likely wouldn’t even look at again.”
― Alex Brown, A Postcard from Paris

“want to burst by talking about her”
― Alex Brown, A Postcard from Italy

“espresso and tapas and it’s perfect for my current mood. As I walk along, pounding the hard pavement, a woman on roller skates burns past me, her white shirt billowing around like a puff of smoke as she elbows me out of the way. The roller skates remind me of Dad, and of clinging on to his hand as I attempted to balance on the pair of rainbow-coloured roller skates I got for my tenth birthday. Thinking of Dad makes me wonder what it must have been like for him all of those years ago. I ponder for a moment, and then after remembering what Sam said in the club, I pull my mobile out from my bag and scroll through the address book to find his number. ‘Hello darling, what a wonderful surprise. Is everything OK?’ His voice sounds worried. ‘Shouldn’t you be at work?’ There’s an awkward silence. ‘I am at work,’ I reply, a little too sharply. ‘Well, I just popped out and … err, I’m sorry I couldn’t talk to you the other day,’ I manage, trying to disguise the unease in my voice. ‘So how are you?’ I add, awkwardly. ‘I’m fine. A bit tired. Anyway, enough about me. It’s so nice to hear from you,’ he says, and for a moment it’s as though everything that’s gone on between us before has been forgotten in an instant. But then my back constricts. I start to feel as though calling him was a bad idea, and I realise that I’m just not ready to forget what he did to us … especially to Mum. ‘You know I was telling Uncle Geoffrey”
― Alexandra Brown, Carrington’s at Christmas: The Complete Collection: Cupcakes at Carrington’s, Me and Mr Carrington, Christmas at Carrington’s, Ice Creams at Carrington’s

“Grace immediately wondered which perfume it was, and from what she had already deduced about Connie, imagined it to be something romantic yet sophisticated, classic and expensive, like Cartier or Van Cleef and Arpels.”
― Alex Brown, A Postcard from Italy