Nancy Moser Quotes

For who would I be if I tried to be someone besides Jane? The poser of the world try so hard to be what they are not, and yet ... how fatigued they must be Perhaps I am not smart enough to be one of them. Nor strong enough in constitution.

Life is a grand puzzle, with pieces interlocking, pieces elusive, pieces missing. But in the end, God puts it all together and we see the full picture. (Sean Culver)~pg 210

I am old enough to know something of the world and young enough to hope for something better.

I can be quite evil, in a loving sort of way.

A person content to be bland will never be anyone's first choice as a companion for an idle afternoon.

When I read a novel I am not here. I am transported to far-off places, my eyes unseeing of the words on the page, busy with a scene being played out in my mind's eye, with my ears engaged, hearing the voices carry from the pen to the present. What a lovely place to be-not here
- Just Jane (Chapter Four Page 35)

And though I continually fight impatience, in all but this vice...
I am truly content.

Orleans . . . the place where Joan of Arc, while depending on God, had defeated the British in a great battle for freedom.
Joan and I had a lot in common. But there would be no burning at the stake for me.
Robert would not allow it.

Even in the the dark times, He is there. And in the good times we need to be good stewards of the blessing.~ pg 219

The meanderings of the heart and mind are fickle, and are often wont to be withdrawn or amended.

But his letters . . . I took them with me, let the "ounces" cry aloud. I tried to leave, and could not. They would not be left; it was not my fault. I will not be scolded.

I imagined an impulsive Robert taking Henrietta's hands and proclaiming, "I love your sister dearly. Madly. We are betrothed.

What also excites me is that the artist attempts with the visual what I attempt to do with words: stop time, create a moment, and celebrate the process.

Swoon, Dora. Every young woman deserves to swoon over the love of her life.

The fate of many men depended on the fate of this one. And this one I could help

Words well to the surface and I let them out, even as I know I should not. "Perhaps I do not wish to sparkle, Aunt. Sparkle falsely. I say what comes to mind. I will not waste energy creating idle chatter meant only to impress." Casandra comes to my defense. "Your characters sparkle, Jane." I grab on to the diversion. "Which is even more reason why I personally cannot. For I only have so much sparkle within me, and I chuse [sic] to save it for them.

And though many women might enjoy the offering of such compliments, I did not want him to love me based on temporal things like a smile or voice or presence, things that could vanish through mood or an unexpected cloud. He must love me for the sake of love alone ...

There is much more to playing the clavier than playing written music. Do you realize with accompanying there is often nothing written out but the bass line
the left hand? There might be a few notations as to a suggested harmony, but it is up to me to fill in the music, at the proper volume, style, and harmony for the soloist
often instantly. I've heard it said that Bach questioned wether the soloist or the accompanist deserves the greatest glory.