The delightful new installment in Alexander McCall Smith’s beloved and best-selling series finds Mma Ramotswe and Mma Makutsi traveling to the north of Botswana, to the stunning Okavango Delta, to visit a safari lodge where there have been several unexplained and troubling events–including the... read more
“It was the sort of thing that would never have happened in her father's Botswana, that Botswana in which young people had shown respect for older people, not out of fear or for any other craven reason, but simply because they had lived longer and had acquired something that could only be described as wisdom. Yes, wisdom: that was something that came to everybody, although it came in varying quantities and at different times. Wisdom, which was an understanding of the feelings of others and of what would work and what would not work; which stood by one's shoulder and said this is right or this is wrong, or this person is lying or this person is telling the truth.”
“Of course men and women were different, and women were, on the whole, different in a better way.”
“We should all cry a bit more, Rra.”
“Light made all the difference. Under this midday sky fear and terror seemed very far away, but at night it was easy to imagine the presence of evil and its attendants, even here.”
“People do not always tell the truth at funerals. They say things that are not true because they feel guilty about the way they have treated the late person. I have seen that happen many times. In fact, if you listened to what was said at funerals, you would think that this is a land of saints.”
“If you came from Bobonong, if you came from nothing and nowhere and got to where she had got to, then you were capable of dealing with most forms of adversity; she was sure of that.”
“But some of us cannot see love, she said to herself, even when it is there, right before us, asking us to invite it in.”
“Unnecessary purchases, perhaps, but tokens of love that were never unnecessary, never pointless.”
“She is unhappy, and she brings unhappiness to others. That is very sad. I am sorry for her.”
Do not complain about your life. Do not blame others for things that you have brought upon yourself. Be content with who you are and where you are, and do whatever you can do to bring to others such contentment, and joy, and understanding that you have managed to find yourself.Highlighted by 131 Kindle customers
The realisation of our mortality came slowly, in dribs and drabs, until we bleakly acknowledged that everything was on loan to us for a short time—the world, our possessions, the people we knew and loved. But we could not spend our time dwelling on our mortality; we still had to behave as if the worst would not happen, for otherwise we would not do very much, we would be defeated and give up.Highlighted by 53 Kindle customers
I think that the measure of whether a life has been a good one is how much love there has been in that life—love both given and received.Highlighted by 47 Kindle customers
Love without freedom is like a fire without air. A fire without air goes out.Highlighted by 45 Kindle customers
Wisdom, which was an understanding of the feelings of others and of what would work and what would not work; which stood by one’s shoulder and said this is right or this is wrong, or this person is lying or this person is telling the truth.Highlighted by 32 Kindle customers
“Never be put off by rudeness, Mma,” she whispered. “It is the rude person who is rude, not you.”Highlighted by 30 Kindle customers
We should not tell people not to weep—we do it because of our sympathy for them—but we should really tell them that their tears are justified and entirely right.Highlighted by 29 Kindle customers
That was the way the world was; it was composed of a few almost perfect people (ourselves); then there were a good many people who generally did their best but were not all that perfect (our friends and colleagues); and finally, there were a few rather nasty ones (our enemies and opponents). Most people fell into that middle group—those who did their best—and the last group was, thankfully, very small and not much in evidence in places like Botswana, where he was fortunate enough to live.Highlighted by 26 Kindle customers
She used the expression that the Batswana preferred: to become late. There was human sympathy here; to be dead is to be nothing, to be finished. The expression is far too final, too disruptive of the bonds that bind us to one another, bonds that survive the demise of one person. A late father is still your father, even though he is not there; a dead father sounds as if he has nothing further to do—he is finished.Highlighted by 23 Kindle customers
boerewors and eggs and wedges of bread. “A man’s breakfast,” he would say, smiling. And Mma Ramotswe would nod in agreement, but with the unexpressed mental reservation that there were plenty of traditionally builtHighlighted by 8 Kindle customers
1. You Do Not Change People by Shouting at Them
2. Teapots and Efficiency
3. Married, Like Doves
4. A Man's Face is Like the Very Land
5. They Go to the Hospital
6. How to Love Your Country Again
7. A Bad Story about a Bad Woman
8. The Lady of the Afternoon
9. Rule 32
10. Some People Just Sit in Their Cars
11. Coffee with a Part-time Reverend
12. The Private Chair
13. Mr. Joe Bosilong, LLB, Attorney
14. Into the Delta
15. At Eagle Island Camp
16. Most Unfortunate
17. A Dam of Healing Waters
Preceded by Tea Time for the Traditionally Built, and followed by The Saturday Big Tent Wedding Party.
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