Rosamunde Pilcher Quotes

For he was drinking too much. Not uncontrollably nor offensively, but still he seldom seemed to have a glass out of his hand.

The greatest gift a parent can leave a child is that parent's own independence.

I wasn't good enough. I had a little talent but not enough. There is nothing more discouraging than having just a little talent.

She was always left feeling like a murderer. Because the messenger becomes the murderer. Until the fatal words are spoken, the loved one concerned is still alive, waking, sleeping, going about his business, making telephone calls, writing letters, going for walks, breathing, seeing. It was the telling that killed.