Elizabeth Aston Quotes

Anyone may have diamonds: an heirloom is an ornament of quite a different kind.

It is a sadness of growing older that some of us lose our ardent appreciation of what is new and different and difficult.

The trouble with lies was that once started, the fiction had to be continued, and it was hard always to be remembering details that you had made up upon the spur of the moment.

Some young ladies meet a man and from there it is all plain sailing, but this is not the usual way it happens.

Mountains inspire awe in any human person who has a soul. They remind us of our frailty, our unimportance, of the briefness of our span on this earth. They touch the heavens, and sail serenely at an altitude beyond even the imaginings of a mere mortal.

Clergymen have much the same in their breeches as other men.

You'll meet someone else; there are more fish in the sea, as the saying is, than ever came out of it.

Easy enough to dismiss others' problems when you had none of your own.

We have to have the money to do the work we want to do, as well as to keep a roof over our heads and food on the table. Fat commissions are good, but not always easy to come by, and each new painting takes its time. So we need to find every way possible to earn extra income from our work.

Love has no place in a lawyer's office.

One remembers horrors, I think, for the rest of one's life, but memories do not always remain so sharp, and with time, and new circumstance, do not affect us so powerfully.

There was no escaping by means of any journey, however adventurous, one took one's problems and sorrows with one.

One's first love is always perfect until one meets one's second love

A man's looks are measured by the depth of his pockets.

It's not what you want in this life, it's what you get that you have to do with.

People make one happy, not houses? I do not think so. Houses are more to be trusted than people.

When we are young, we make gods and goddesses of one another, then we soon come to realize that we are all merely human and imperfect.

You can't jump down the stairs in one leap, however much you might wish to, and you even more surely can't jump up it, but one step and then the next and there you are, at the top or the bottom and not a bit out of breath or discomposed.

Why did she want to stay in England? Because the history she was interested in had happened here, and buried deep beneath her analytical mind was a tumbled heap of Englishness in all its glory, or kings and queens, of Runnymede and Shakespeare's London, of hansom cabs and Sherlock Holmes and Watson rattling off into the fog with cries of 'The game's afoot,' of civil wars bestrewing the green land with blood, of spinning jennies and spotted pigs and Churchill and his country standing small and alone against the might of Nazi Germany. It was a mystery to her how this benighted land had produced so many great men and women, and ruled a quarter of the world and spread its language and law and democracy across the planet.

Charge less, but charge. Otherwise, you will not be taken seriously, and you do your fellow artists no favours if you undercut the market.

It is all very well, when the pen flows, but then there are the dark days when imagination deserts one, and it is an effort to put anything down on paper. That little you have achieved stares at you at the end of the day, and you know the next morning you will have to scrape it down and start again.