A novel of remarkable depth and poignancy from one of the most acclaimed writers of our time. It is July 1962. Florence is a talented musician who dreams of a career on the concert stage and of the perfect life she will create with Edward, an earnest young history student at University... read more
“All she had needed was the certainty of his love, and his reassurance that there was no hurry when a lifetime lay ahead of them."”
“This is how the entire course of life can be changed – by doing nothing. On Chesil beach he could have called out to Florence, he could have gone after her. He did not know, or would not have cared to know, that as she ran away from him, certain in her distress that she was about to lose him, she had never loved him more, or more hopelessly, and that the sound of his voice would have been a deliverance, and she would have turned back. Instead, he stood in cold and righteous silence in the summer’s dusk, watching her hurry along the shore, the sound of her difficult progress lost to the breaking of small waves, until she was blurred, receding against the immense straight road of shingle gleaming in the pallid light”
“This is how the entire course of a life can be changed- by doing nothing. On Chesil Beach he could have called out to Florence, he could have gone after her. He did not know, or would not have cared to know, that ash she ran away from him, certain in her distress that she was about to lose him, she had never loved him more, or more hopelessly, and that the sound of his voice would have been a deliverance...............”
This is how the entire course of a life can be changed—by doing nothing.Highlighted by 47 Kindle customers
This was still the era—it would end later in that famous decade—when to be young was a social encumbrance, a mark of irrelevance, a faintly embarrassing condition for which marriage was the beginning of a cure.Highlighted by 27 Kindle customers
Falling in love was revealing to her just how odd she was, how habitually sealed off in her everyday thoughts.Highlighted by 22 Kindle customers
Love and patience—if only he had had them both at once—would surely have seen them both through.Highlighted by 20 Kindle customers
And what stood in their way? Their personalities and pasts, their ignorance and fear, timidity, squeamishness, lack of entitlement or experience or easy manners, then the tail end of a religious prohibition, their Englishness and class, and history itself. Nothing much at all.Highlighted by 17 Kindle customers
The Pill was a rumor in the newspapers, a ridiculous promise, another of those tall tales about America.Highlighted by 14 Kindle customers
Almost strangers, they stood, strangely together, on a new pinnacle of existence, gleeful that their new status promised to promote them out of their endless youth—Edward and Florence, free at last!Highlighted by 13 Kindle customers
All these years she had lived in isolation within herself and, strangely, from herself, never wanting or daring to look back. In the stone-floored echoing hall with the heavy low beams, her problems with Edward were already present in those first few seconds, in their first exchange of looks.Highlighted by 13 Kindle customers
These private schemes refined further his sense of a concealed self, a tight nexus of sensitivity, longing and hard-edged egotism.Highlighted by 10 Kindle customers
An incidental discovery was that even legendary success brought little happiness, only redoubled restlessness, gnawing ambition.Highlighted by 10 Kindle customers
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