Barbara

“I passed a little further on and heard a peacock say: Who made the grass and made the worms and made my feathers gay, He is a monstrous peacock, and He waveth all the night His languid tail above us, lit with myriad spots of light.”
― W.B. Yeats, Collected Poems

“I was so young, I tell myself now. I was twenty-one, only recently farewelled by childhood, although at the time childhood seemed like ancient history.”
― Mary-Rose MacColl, In Falling Snow

“Snow makes the world quieter and louder at the same time.”
― Mary-Rose MacColl, In Falling Snow

“In the end, you have to do what's right. There's a higher good, always, to be found. You have to find it, that's all. And as doctors we have an even greater responsibility because we take part in important moments of so many lives. You can believe in a vengeful God. You can believe in medicine. It will all fall away. Truth runs under the world, a deep black seam of truth, and that's in the end what we seek, as doctors and as human beings.”
― Mary-Rose MacColl, In Falling Snow