Rosamond Bernier Quotes

Bernier turned in her chair, smiled, and shook their hands. Dana's heart skipped a beat as she stood inches away from one of New York's most glamorous and adored women. ~ Lynn Steward

Rosamond, what are you doing here?"
"You invited me for the weekend, don't you remember?"
"But how could you be so cruelly literal, darling? ~ Stephen Tennant

There's a thread that binds all of us together; pull one end of the thread, the strain is felt all down the line. ~ Rosamond Marshall

Still, now and then they seemed to be holding behind them the surprising, the magic vistas of childhood - the sudden snow at night, whirling and furring without sound against the window; the full moon and all its shadows on the lawn; the Christmas sleigh and reindeer in the sky. ~ Rosamond Lehmann

That's the funny thing about people who don't fit into a box. They grow to infiltrate everything and when they suddenly go missing they are missing everywhere. ~ Nichole Bernier

Better destroy the body than the soul.'" ~Rosamond ~ Louisa May Alcott

One can present people with opportunities. One cannot make them equal to them. ~ Rosamond Lehmann

Ev'ry Voice and Sing" - words by James Weldon Johnson and music by J. Rosamond Johnson. Copyright by Edward B. Marks Music Corporation. Used by permission. ~ Maya Angelou

It's the thought that counts. ~ Rosamond Lehmann

Gray froze as Miss Turner emerged from the hold. For weeks, she'd plagued him-by day, he suffered glimpses of her beauty; by night, he was haunted by memories of her touch. And just when he thought he'd finally wrangled his desire into submission, today she'd ruined everything.
She'd gone and changed her dress.
Gone was that serge shroud, that forbidding thundercloud of a garment that had loomed in his peripheral vision for weeks. Today, she wore a cap-sleeved frock of sprigged muslin.
She stepped onto the deck, smiling face tilted to the wind. A flower opening to greet the sun. She bobbed on her toes, as though resisting the urge to make a girlish twirl. The pale, sheer fabric of her dress billowed and swelled in the breeze, pulling the undulating contour of calf, thigh, hip into relief.
Gray thought she just might be the loveliest creature he'd ever seen.
Therefore, he knew he ought to look away.
He did, for a moment. He made an honest attempt to scan the horizon for clouds. He checked the hour on his pocket watch, wound the small knob one, two, three, four times. He wiped a bit of salt spray from its glass face. He thought of England. And France, and Cuba, and Spain. He remembered his brother, his sister, and his singularly ugly Aunt Rosamond, on whom he hadn't clapped eyes in decades. And all this Herculean effort resulting in nothing but a fine sheen of sweat on his brow and precisely thirty seconds' delay in the inevitable.
He looked a ~ Tessa Dare

Holidays, if you enjoy them, have no history. ~ Rosamond Lehmann

A book is a gift you can open again and again.
Garrison Keillor ~ T.Q. Bernier

Another five minutes, thought Olivia, and shut her eyes. Not to fall asleep again; but to go back as it were and do the thing gradually---detach oneself softly, float up serenely from the clinging delectable fringes. Oh, heavenly sleep! Why must one cast it from one, all unprepared, unwilling? Caught out again by Kate in the very act! You're not trying , you could wake up if you wanted to: that was their attitude. And regularly one began the day convicted of inferiority, of a sluggish voluptuous nature, seriously lacking in will-power. ~ Rosamond Lehmann

I have decided to keep a record of my inmost real-self thoughts. Perhaps it will help me to find out what I really am like: horrid, I know: selfish, conceited, and material-minded. For instance, lately whenever I've tried to concentrate on anything serious or beautiful, I've started thinking about the Spencers' dance next week. I am ashamed of my pettiness. I'm going to try to do better this year
develop my character more and not always be thinking about enjoying myself. I've always been so happy, I dread disappointment and unhappiness, but they would be good for me. But I don't want them. ~ Rosamond Lehmann

The sweep of his arms was wide and athletic, more like a quarterback than a middling golfer who had dropped off the tour. ~ Nichole Bernier

You would be derailing your life voluntarily out of fear that it might become ruined by chance. Or you could pick up and move on. Those were the only choices. ~ Nicole Bernier

In a corner of the churchyard grew a plantation of white violets, enormously plump and prosperous-looking ... I saw the dead stretched out under me in the earth, feeding these flowers with a thin milk drawn from their bones. ~ Rosamond Lehmann

[On Ian Fleming:] The trouble with Ian is that he gets off with women because he can't get on with them. ~ Rosamond Lehmann

I want to do something absolutely different, or perhaps nothing at all: just stay where I am, in my home, and absorb each hour, each day, and be alone; and read and think; and walk about the garden in the night; and wait, wait... ~ Rosamond Lehmann

The present mood in which they sat relaxed was nothing more than the relief of two people coming back to a bombed building once familiar, shared as a dwelling, and finding all over the smashed foundations a rose-ash haze of willow herb. No more, no less. It is a ruin; but suspense at least, at least the need for sterile resolution, have evaporated with the fact of the return. Terror of nothingness contracts before the contemplation of it. It is not, after all, vacancy, but space; an area razed, roped off by time; by time refertilized, sown with a transfiguration, a ruin-haunting, ghost-spun No Man's crop of grace. ~ Rosamond Lehmann

A woman in love never takes advice. ~ Rosamond Marshall

You really oughta warn a guy when you're going all glamorous on him, so he'd be prepared. ~ Rosamond Du Jardin

But poetry is not to be lived, except for the few to whom it is more important than self-preservation. ~ Rosamond Lehmann

But there are no real accidents, only decisions that feel like accidents, one after another, that take you down a certain road and take on a momentum that can't be reversed. ~ Nichole Bernier

It is a cliche that human beings are fascinated by size
mountain peaks, high buildings, and whales. We are also amazed by miniatures
a flea on a mouse, a flea on a trapeze, the Last Supper carved on the head of a pin. ~ Rosamond Purcell

Anything that becomes a cult, or a mass movement, loses its moral and spiritual value. The crusade has to be personal, individual. As soon as it becomes collective it loses its purpose. ~ Rosamond Lehmann

Rosamond being one of those women who live much in the idea that each man they meet would have preferred them if the preference had not been hopeless. ~ George Eliot

Ah, if I could only feel assured that it was right and not a blind impulse of a weak woman's heart!'" ~Rosamond ~ Louisa May Alcott

One should always act from one's inner sense of rhythm. ~ Rosamond Lehmann

Yes, we are sure of it. These walls enclose a world. Here is continuity spinning a web from room to room, from year to year. It is safe in this house. ~ Rosamond Lehmann

It'll all come right. Because, of course, I do believe...I believe - I believe in everything...sun, moon, stars, in seasons - trees, flowers - people, music, life...yes, in life. ~ Rosamond Lehmann

Isn't it amazing how we always have to put our mark on things? And how, from the natural world, we find evidence over and over again that reminds us, not so much of the birds, but of our own stories and our own kinds of art? ~ Rosamond Purcell