Patrice Kindl Quotes & Sayings

I reflected that had he married for attraction alone he could have had me. Had he married for money alone, he could have had Miss Vincy. Instead he had chosen a compromise between the two and had ended up with Miss Charity Winthrop. I did not think he could have done worse for himself if he'd tried. — Patrice Kindl

You need not laugh; 'tis perfectly true. — Patrice Kindl

He was reading. I was struck dumb with amazement. — Patrice Kindl

Let us agree that we are marrying so we can go on quarrelling in the greatest possible comfort and convenience. — Patrice Kindl

As often is the case after a powerful, destructive storm, it was an achingly beautiful day. Even so late in the summer, I could still hear the occasional skylark singing, and the fields were speckled with red poppies. — Patrice Kindl

I was banished from that world forever, I knew. I couldn't go back now. One day soon I would go away from here entirely; I would leave this house, perhaps never to return.
I hugged myself, comforting my fear. Very well then, I thought, I will be my own house. I will build myself a house out of my own flesh and bones where my frightened child-self can find shelter. After all, isn't that one of the things that women do? We are houses for our children, shielding them from harm within the stronghold of our bodies, until they are strong enough to breathe and walk alone. So surely I must be able to give myself shelter now. — Patrice Kindl

I love you, Althea - you are so beautiful," murmured the young man into my ear.
Well, I was willing enough. I looked up at him from under my eyelashes. "I love you too," I confessed. I averted my gaze and added privately, "You are so rich."
Unfortunately, I apparently said this aloud, if just barely, and his hearing was sharper than one would expect, given his other attributes. — Patrice Kindl

A bolt from the blue. I have sometimes read of an unexpected event described in this way, and now I know exactly what is meant by the phrase.
A blue sky, a sunny, mild day. The usual list of worries and troubles runs through one's mind, but nothing that cannot be overcome, nothing that will not reach a satisfactory conclusion eventually, if not today, why then, tomorrow. An ordinary day, in fact. And then lightning strikes from out of that innocent blue sky and all that remains is the smoking ruins of one's every hope and every dream. — Patrice Kindl