Dodie Smith Quotes - Page 3

Ah, but you're the insidious type--Jane Eyre with of touch of Becky Sharp. A thoroughly dangerous girl.

He laughed a little, in an odd, nervous kind of way. "Because if I don't get going soon, the whole impetus may die--and if that happens, well, I really shall consider a long, restful plunge into insanity. Sometimes the abyss yawns very attractively.

I could hear rain still pouring from the gutters and a thin branch scraping against one of the windows; but the church seemed completely cut off from the restless day outside--just as I felt cut off from the church. I thought: I am a restlessness inside a stillness inside a restlessness.

...With stories even a page can take me hours, but the truth seems to flow out as fast as I can get it down.

I found it quite easy to carry on a casual conversation it was as if my real feelings were down fathoms deep in my mind and what we said was just a feathery surface spray.

Oh, comfortable cocoa!

How can a young man like to wear a beard?

Topaz was wonderfully patient - but sometimes I wonder if it is not only patience, but also a faint resemblance to cows.

So many of the loveliest things in England are melancholy.

The tea was a comfort - and by that time I more than needed comfort.

I should rather like to tear these last pages out of the book. Shall I? No-a journal ought not to cheat.

Just to be in love seemed the most blissful luxury I had ever known. The thought came to me that perhaps it is the loving that counts, not the being loved in return -- that perhaps true loving can never know anything but happiness. For a moment I felt that I had discovered a great truth.

Americans do seem to say things which make the English notice England.

I know all about the facts of life, and I don't think much of them.

I have noticed that rooms which are extra clean feel extra cold

Still, looking through the old volumes was soothing, because thinking of the past made the present seem a little less real.

And at last father flung the rug off as if it were hampering him and strode over to the table saying, 'cocoa, cocoa!'-- it might have been the most magnificent drink in the world; which, personally, I think it is.

... for I know I shall be interrupted-- I shall want to be, really, because life is too exciting to sit still for long.

I have really sinned. I am going to pause now, and sit here on the mound repenting in deepest shame.

Only half a page left now. Shall I fill it with 'I love you, I love you'-- like father's page of cats on the mat? No. Even a broken heart doesn't warrant a waste of good paper.

Stew's so comforting on a rainy day.

My God - it's a green child!" said the American. "What is this place - the House of Usher?

Father says hot water can be as stimulating as an alcoholic drink and though I never come by one...I can well believe it.

I think it [religion] is an art, the greatest one; an extension of the communion all the other arts attempt.

I wonder if there isn't a catch about having plenty of money? Does it eventually take the pleasure out of things?