Sara Sheridan Quotes - Page 5

It occurred to me that as a man I could do anything, everything I wanted.

We had laid down the law : no chocolate, no sex.

All those kisses. There must have been a thousand. They engulfed me like some kind of all consuming dream where I became very alive and very relaxed at the same time.

What was it that marked me as a woman and was I prepared to let it go?

His heart is pounding and when he kisses her it is as if the whole of Riyadh disappears – the wide sky, the hard surface of the roof, the date palms and the water wells.

She wishes her grandmother had not been so protective, and that she understood better what passes between a man and woman. As it is, she simply enjoys the feelings and wonders if they are what lightning is made of, for everything comes back to the weather. Tears like rain. Smiles like the sun. Hair as dry as sand and fear like the dark ocean.

Most fellas like the races, though, Miss. It’s only human nature

When you fake emotion for a living, when you make your money providing fantasies for other people, tuning into their worlds and indulging them, you don’t invite someone into your world very easily.

It was clearly a lot more difficult in the field than in the office, where you could keep your distance and maintain a calculated composure. Being faced with real people was a far tougher call on one’s judgement.

I am a storyteller, not a historian, and it's my ambition to create something compelling - something unputdownable and riveting - that chimes with the real history but is, in fact, fiction.

Food in wartime Britain, she had to admit, was hardly inspiring.

It was nearly ten years since the peace though her memories of the war still felt fresh.

Escapers were the cream of the crop.

Didn’t young people care what the generation before them had achieved? And if not, why had everyone gone through those grim difficult wartime years?

During the war some of the country’s sharpest minds had looked as if they had been dragged through a hedge backwards.

Mirabelle always ate her lunch on Brighton beach if the weather was in any way passable, but out of sheer principle she never paid tuppence for a chair. We did not win the war to have to pay to sit down, she frequently found herself thinking.

Britain wouldn’t have won the war without its eccentric geniuses.

There is something particularly fascinating about seeing places you know in a piece of art - be that in a film, or a photograph, or a painting.

Nothing is long ago in an archive, my dear. In the records we treat the dead as same as the living.
that’s the whole point of keeping papers. It doesn’t matter if it’s a hundred years or only a few weeks. It’s all filed away, fresh as the day it went under the covers.

The 1950s is a key decade in the 20th Century. Each year has a distinctive flavour.