For nineteen-year-old Harriet Morton, life in 1912 Cambridge is as dry and dull as a biscuit. Her stuffy father and her opressive aunt Louisa allow her only one outlet: ballet. When a Russian ballet master comes to class searching for dancers to fill the corps of his ballet company before... read more
“Loneliness had taught Harriet that there was always -someone- who understood--it was just that so very often they were dead, and in a book.”
“Harriet had always loved words: tasted them on her tongue, thought of them as friends. The word 'serendipity' was one she valued especially, its meaning rooted in the world of fairy tales: "The faculty of making fortunate discoveries by accident."”
Live not as though a thousand years are ahead of you. Fate is at your elbow; make yourself good while life and power are still yours.Highlighted by 9 Kindle customers
Loneliness had taught Harriet that there was always someone who understood – it was just that so very often they were dead, and in a book.Highlighted by 8 Kindle customers
‘The faculty of making fortunate discoveries by accident.’Highlighted by 4 Kindle customers
she danced as if she were alone in the world and had only this gift to pour into the heartbreaking emptiness.Highlighted by 4 Kindle customers
In such a night stood Dido with a willow in her hand upon the wild sea banks, and waft her love to come again to Carthage . . . In such a night Medea gathered the enchanted herbs that did renew old Aeson . . .Highlighted by 4 Kindle customers
But sometimes . . . just sometimes, there are babies who appear to have swallowed some small private sun, rosy and endlessly obliging babies who explode into laughter long before one’s hand has actually touched their stomachs – laughter which has less to do with being tickled than with sharing and being together – and love.Highlighted by 4 Kindle customers
The creation of brown-eyed blondes has long been regarded as one of God’s better ideas.Highlighted by 4 Kindle customers
Babies, as everyone who cares for them knows, come trailing their own particular essence.Highlighted by 4 Kindle customers
She had learned, during the long years of her childhood, to live without receiving love. To live without giving it seemed more than she could bear.Highlighted by 3 Kindle customers
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