Joan G. Robinson Quotes & Sayings

if she was over-sure of meeting her, that would be the time she would not come. — Joan G. Robinson

hurt inside her hardened. She — Joan G. Robinson

You can write books, but there's only ever one book that's really you. — Joan G. Robinson

Anna turned away abruptly. "You needn't bother," she said. But the girl held her back. "No, don't go! Don't be such a goose. I want to know you! Don't you want to know me? — Joan G. Robinson

Marnie moved nearer and touched her hair. "Dear Anna, I love you more than any girl I've ever known. — Joan G. Robinson

There was a strange exciting smell in the air - the smell of wine, cigar smoke, and perfume, mingled with the scent of the roses. The bright colors merged into one another, and the music rose and fell. — Joan G. Robinson

When you grow as old as I am you can't any longer say this was someone's fault, and that was someone else's. It isn't so clear when you take a long view. Blame seems to lie everywhere. Or nowhere. Who can say where unhappiness begins? — Joan G. Robinson

Yes! Oh, yes! Of course I forgive you! And I love you, Marnie. I shall never forget you, ever! — Joan G. Robinson

They sat so still that each of them might have been alone. — Joan G. Robinson

Sometimes the gulls came nearer, screaming noisily as they quarreled over small fish in the pools, and sometimes they cried mournfully far away along the beach. Then Anna felt like crying too - not actually, but quietly - inside. They made a sad, and beautiful, and long-ago sound that seemed to remind her of something lovely she had once known - and lost, and never found again. But she did not know what it was. — Joan G. Robinson

had decided while she was in bed that she would never speak to her again. But she wanted Marnie to see her. She wanted her to look out of her window and see her down there on the staithe, and remember the mean, cruel thing she had done. If — Joan G. Robinson

she was a little frightened that first afternoon. There seemed such a huge expanse of water and sky, and so little of herself. — Joan G. Robinson

Soon the cottage was filled with the familiar, homely smell of frying onions. It escaped from the stove, crept through the kitchen, sniffed along the bottom of the closed front room door and wound its way stealthily up the crooked staircase, even under the door of Anna's bedroom. But even this, the most delicious, hungry-making smell in the world, was unable to rouse her. — Joan G. Robinson

She felt free now. Free and empty. No need to talk to anyone, or be polite, or bother about anything. — Joan G. Robinson

Didn't you know, you're my secret? — Joan G. Robinson

She wanted to know about them, not to know them. — Joan G. Robinson

You remember I said last night that you were my secret?" Anna nodded. "I knew just what you meant. You're mine. — Joan G. Robinson