Angela

“The book of my deeds is read and then there is heaven or there is hell.”
― James Plunkett, The Trusting and the Maimed

“One had the sense of a backwater, or rather of an estuary, whose waters flowed in from the invisible sea, and ebbed into a profound silence while the waves without were still beating.”
― Forster, Howards End

“He painted the loneliness and the smell of the salt-laden cold, the eternity and agelessness of marshes, the wild, living creatures, dawn flights, and frightened things taking to the air, and winged shadows at night hiding from the moon.”
― Paul Gallico, The Snow Goose

“Surely she had asked for it by being in that taxi with him.”
― patrick hamilton, Hangover Square