A man of over thirty might be held to be at the height of his powers, but not necessarily of his wisdom. Dorothy Dunnett More Quotes by Dorothy Dunnett More Quotes From Dorothy Dunnett Man is a being of varied, manifold and inconstant nature. And woman, by God, is a match for him. Dorothy Dunnett manifoldmen And habits are hell's own substitute for good intentions. Habits are the ruin of ambition, of initiative , of imagination. They're the curse of marriage and the after-bane of death. Dorothy Dunnett ruinsambitionimagination For an hour, blended with all she could offer, something noble had been created which had nothing to do with the physical world. And from the turn of his throat, the warmth of his hair, the strong, slender sinews of his hands, something further; which had. Though she combed the earth and searched through the smoke of the galaxies there was no being she wanted but this, who was not and should not be for Philippa Somerville. Dorothy Dunnett true-lovestronghair Look up . . . and see them. Dorothy Dunnett starsteachinglooks My son took many years to learn the simple truth. You cannot love any one person adequately until you have made friends with the rest of the human race also. Adult love demands qualities which cannot be learned living in a vacuum of resentment. Dorothy Dunnett racesimpleson I would give you my soul in a blackberry pie; and a knife to cut it with. Dorothy Dunnett knivespiecutting But I despised men who accepted their fate. I shaped mine twenty times and had it broken twenty times in my hands. Dorothy Dunnett fatemenhands Music, the knife without a hilt. Dorothy Dunnett knives Facts are the soil from which the story grows. Imagination is a last resort. Dorothy Dunnett lastsimaginationstories Lack of genius never held anyone back. Only time wasted on resentment and daydreaming can do that. Dorothy Dunnett wasting-timeresentmentgenius Today,’ said Lymond, ‘if you must know, I don’t like living at all. But that’s just immaturity boggling at the sad face of failure. Tomorrow I’ll be bright as a bedbug again. Dorothy Dunnett immaturityfacestoday He regards boredom, I observe, as the One and Mighty Enemy of his soul. And will succeed in conquering it, I am sure—if he survives the experience. Dorothy Dunnett boredomsoulenemy Where are the links of the chain ... joining us to the past? Dorothy Dunnett joininglinkspast It seems to me,’ said Philippa prosaically, ‘that on the whole we run more risks with Mr Crawford’s protection than without it. Dorothy Dunnett protectionriskrunning Only common mortals like the Somervilles have good old rotten hates, dear,' said her mother. 'Sir Graham manages to love everybody and wouldn't know what you're talking about. Have a bun.' 'He doesn't love the Turks,' said Philippa. 'He kills them.' 'That isn't hate,' said Kate Somerville. 'That's simply hoeing among one's principles to keep them healthy and neat. I'm sure he would tell you he bears them no personal grudge; and they think they're going to Paradise anyway, so it does everyone good. Dorothy Dunnett hatemotherlove The coast's a jungle of Moors, Turks, Jews, renegades from all over Europe, sitting in palaces built from the sale of Christian slaves. There are twenty thousand men, women and children in the bagnios of Algiers alone. I am not going to make it twenty thousand and one because your mother didn't allow you to keep rabbits, or whatever is at the root of your unshakable fixation." "I had weasels instead," said Philippa shortly. "Good God," said Lymond, looking at her. "That explains a lot. Dorothy Dunnett christianmotherchildren But it's also because of something personal. My mother and father met while playing chess, so I've always had a fondness for the game. If it weren't for chess, I might not be here. Dorothy Dunnett mothergamesfather After I convinced them that I was a harmless novelist, I actually got them to give me a tour of the harem - which is usually off limits for tourists. Dorothy Dunnett tourismnovelistsgiving Repressively, Lymond himself answered. “I dislike being discussed as if I were a disease. Nobody ‘got’ me,” he said. Dorothy Dunnett diseaseifssaid Verily, God hath eighteen thousand worlds; and verily, your world is one of them, and this its bright axle-tree. Dorothy Dunnett thousandtreeworld
