Rosamunde Pilcher Quotes
It is better to travel hopefully than to arrive. Arrival often brings nothing but a sense of desolation and disappointment.
Life is so extraordinary. Wonderful surprises are just around the most unexpected corners.
Writing is work, but it's also a compulsion, and once you get your characters on paper, you can't abandon them. You have to respond to them.
It was good, and nothing good is truly lost. It stays part of a person, becomes part of their character. So part of you goes everywhere with me. And part of me is yours, forever
Happiness is making the most of what you have, and riches is making the most of what you've got.
She put out her hand and touched his forearm, as she would have touched some piece of porcelain or sculpture, just for the sheer animal pleasure of feeling its shape and curve beneath her fingertips.
The greatest gift a parent can leave a child is that parent's own independence.
And the wicked thing is, that when we're really upset, we always take it out on the people who are closest and whom we love the most.
Things happen they way they're meant to. There's a pattern and a shape to everything...Nothing happens without a reason...Nothing is impossible...(Page 180).
There's a war on. We don't know how anything's going to end. We just have to grasp each fleeting moment of joy as it whizzes by.
I wasn't good enough. I had a little talent but not enough. There is nothing more discouraging than having just a little talent.
It was better not to get too close to another person. The closer you got, the more likely you were to get hurt.
She believed, of course ... because without something to believe in, life would be intolerable.
Grief is a funny thing because you don't have to carry it with you for the rest of your life. After a bit you set it down by the roadside and walk on and leave it.
They will come, not to paint the bay and the sea and the boots and the moors, but the warmth of the sun and the colour of the wind. A whole new concept. Such stimulation. Such vitality.
People today expect too much from marriage. Getting married is really like taking on a big new job.
He's threatening to breed polo ponies, but he's always been a man of great ideas, but little action, so I don't suppose he will.
For he was drinking too much. Not uncontrollably nor offensively, but still he seldom seemed to have a glass out of his hand.
She had loved them all, her children. Loved each one the best, but for different reasons.
Love she had found, had a strange way of multiplying. Doubling, trebling itself, so that, as each child arrived, there was always more than enough to go around.