Janet MacLeod Trotter > Quotes

“I'd not sign away my liberty to any man,' Alice answered with spirit.'Wives have no more rights than servants.But once we women have the vote,we'll change all that.”
― Janet MacLeod Trotter, No Greater Love

“Can't you see,Jimmy?It's not a war about our freedom,it's a power struggle between rulers and bosses wanting more land,more power.The likes of you and me are just cannon fodder in their draft war.We should have nothing to do with it,let alone be supporting it! The only fight that concerns the working man is the one the trades unions are fighting against the bosses.That's the only struggle I'm bothered about and I don't give a toss if they're British bosses or German!”
― Janet MacLeod Trotter, No Greater Love

“You’re tired out, come inside,’ she would coax. ‘I’ve”
― Janet MacLeod Trotter, Return to Jarrow

“She sat back on her haunches, feeding the fire. In her mind’s eye she could hear her mother’s silvery voice gently chiding her: ‘Don’t squat like a common villager –sit like a lady, Clarissa!’It was sometimes hard to conjure up her mother’s face these days: her cautious smile and watchful brown eyes, her dark hair pulled into tight coils at the nape of her neck. There was a photograph on her father’s desk of them all taking afternoon tea on the veranda: baby Olive on her father’s knee and an impatient five- year- old Clarissa pulling away from her mother’s hand, her face blurred, bored with keeping still for the photographer. Yet her mother had remained composed, a slender, beautiful pre- Raphaelite figure with a wistful half- smile.”
― Janet MacLeod Trotter, The Tea Planter's Daughter

“possibility of an armistice. It came suddenly on the eleventh. The news spread with an eruption of noise: church bells clanged and hooters blew along”
― Janet MacLeod Trotter, The Tea Planter's Daughter

“any more worry.’ Libby asked, ‘Does he say whether Ghulam and Fatima know about their father being so ill?”
― Janet MacLeod Trotter, The Secrets of the Tea Garden

“No wonder her father was in such a state. Some large tea estates like the Oxford were ruthless in their quest for new labour to work their vast gardens. She had met Wesley Robson at a polo match in Tezpur last year: one of those brash young men newly out from England, good- looking and arrogant, thinking they knew more about India after three months than those who had lived here all their lives. Her father had taken against him at once, because he was one of the Robsons of Tyneside, a powerful family who had risen from being tenant farmers like the Belhavens, making their money in boilers and now investing in tea. Everything they touched seemed to spawn riches. The Robsons and the Belhavens had had a falling out years ago over something to do with farming equipment.”
― Janet MacLeod Trotter, The Tea Planter's Daughter

“Well, let him deal with his demons as he saw best;”
― Janet MacLeod Trotter, The Emerald Affair

“to come out and visit again?”
― Janet MacLeod Trotter, The Emerald Affair

“Sara said, feeling foolish.”
― Janet MacLeod Trotter, The Darkening Skies

“He’s just like Jinnah – enjoys the good things in life too much to be devout.”
― Janet MacLeod Trotter, The Secrets of the Tea Garden

“They were interrupted by Dorothy bringing in a tray of tea things, a girl of about three following and clinging on to her skirt while peering at the visitor. She reminded Adela of fair-haired little Bonnie. ‘Hello.’ Adela smiled at her. ‘What’s your name?’ The girl darted behind her mother. ‘This is Maureen,’ said”
― Janet MacLeod Trotter, The Secrets of the Tea Garden

“But”
― Janet MacLeod Trotter, The Tyneside Sagas

“thought”
― Janet MacLeod Trotter, The Scottish Romances

“against”
― Janet MacLeod Trotter, The Tea Planter's Bride

“She was doing the right thing. It was best not to think too far ahead; life in India was so uncertain.”
― Janet MacLeod Trotter, In the Far Pashmina Mountains

“father’s study, his bearded face in shock. A stream of foul abuse pursued him. ‘Sahib is not well,’ he said, quickly closing the door. ‘He is snapping like a tiger.’ Clarrie put a hand on the old man’s arm. Kamal had served her father since his army days, long before she was born, and knew the raging drunk beyond the door was a pathetic shadow of a once”
― Janet MacLeod Trotter, The Tea Planter's Daughter

“Because once you start excluding one group then where do you stop?”
― Janet MacLeod Trotter, The Secrets of the Tea Garden

“off”
― Janet MacLeod Trotter, The Tea Planter's Daughter

“goes”
― Janet MacLeod Trotter, Chasing the Dream

“passage to India”
― Janet MacLeod Trotter, The Emerald Affair

“it quite clear that nothing could come of our friendship. Despite his newsy letters, I’m still not sure that he sees me as anything more than a penfriend.’ ‘Well, there’s only one way of finding out,’ said Sophie, ‘and that’s seeing him again in person.’ ‘So you think I should?’ ‘If you care for him, then, yes, I do. Rafi was brave enough to come looking for me in the hopes that I felt the same way as he did. I’ve given thanks every day since that he did.’ Libby leant towards Sophie and squeezed her shoulder. ‘Rafi will look after himself. He’s not going to do anything rash – he adores you too much to put himself in danger.”
― Janet MacLeod Trotter, The Secrets of the Tea Garden

“suddenly struggling to speak. She chose that moment to make her move. ‘Ghulam’s kindly agreed to give me”
― Janet MacLeod Trotter, The Secrets of the Tea Garden

“verano. Ghulam había reavivado la ira apasionada que sentía Sam por las injusticias que sufrían los más pobres de la India a manos de los ricos y los poderosos.”
― Janet MacLeod Trotter, Volver a Assam

“she convalesces. She’s finally agreed that we need a housekeeper-cum-cook. Bertie’s”
― Janet MacLeod Trotter, The Tea Planter's Daughter

“stop”
― Janet MacLeod Trotter, The Durham Trilogy

“She was mesmerised by the multicoloured piles of spices and the heaps of fresh fruit and vegetables, many of which she had never seen before. The bazaar reeked of a heady mix of frying oil, curry spices, drying animal skins, steaming cow dung and scented tobacco smoke.”
― Janet MacLeod Trotter, In the Far Pashmina Mountains

“Comrades!’ he bellowed. ‘There is a saying in our country that if you have one Calcuttan you have a poet; if you have two, you have a political party; and if you have three”
― Janet MacLeod Trotter, The Secrets of the Tea Garden

“on the veranda listening to the screeches and rustlings”
― Janet MacLeod Trotter, The Emerald Affair

“On the day of the wedding, Clarrie woke feeling shivery and apprehensive. She had probably caught a chill. Olive helped her dress, chattering in excitement as she unbound the rags from Clarrie’s hair and arranged the long black strands into elaborate coils with ringlets framing her oval face.”
― Janet MacLeod Trotter, The Tea Planter's Daughter