The Last Letter From Your Lover Quotes
"She lay absorbing it, letting it crystallize, letting her mind play catch-up, as she recognized each for what it was."
"She wasn’t worried, Jenny wanted to tell her. It was quite peaceful in her little bubble."
"I understand it must all seem a little disconcerting, that you might not feel quite yourself yet, but don’t be too concerned if lots of things are unclear."
"My house, she told herself over and over. My things. My husband."
"She wanted to blur the disconcerting strangeness, to take the edge off it."
"I don’t remember how I felt about my life. I don’t know how I’m meant to behave with anyone. I don’t... I don’t know who I am."
"All I do—my company, I mean—is mine it and mold it into a variety of uses."
"She thought of Yvonne’s description of her that afternoon: gorgeous, poised, minxy. Was he missing that woman?"
"If Jenny wasn't giving a dinner party I should think there was something terribly wrong—and not just with her but the whole damned world."
"This is my husband, she told herself. He adores me. Everyone says so. We're happy."
"Perhaps if he seemed less alien, she would find that a little more of herself was restored to her."
"She had discovered that memories could indeed be lodged in places other than the mind."
"It's hard to believe that the conditions for many Africans could become any worse."
"I think that there are people for whom freedom can be a dangerous gift."
"No soul on earth is incorruptible if the price is right."
"Your discretion has always been one of your most admirable qualities."
"I’ve drunk too much, she scolded herself. Stupid girl."
"Do we need a reason to enjoy ourselves?" Bill said.
"Well, we’re certainly not buying one." Yvonne’s heavily lipsticked mouth twitched with amusement.
"That’s absolutely wonderful news," Jennifer said, unsure why she felt suddenly even more unbalanced. "Congratulations."
"Bill is a fool," her husband said, still staring out at the street.
"What do you think is missing from your life, Jennifer?"
"Nothing," she said hurriedly. "Nothing at all. I’m perfectly happy."
"You were so angry with me when you found me drinking at Alberto’s."
"You make me want to be a better version of myself."
"Take him to you, if you must, my love, but don’t love him. Please don’t love him."
"These were passionate letters: this man had opened himself to her in a way that Laurence never could."
"She recognized these words. But for all that she knew them, there was still a great hole at their heart."
"I was clever, she thought. And then, a little more uncomfortably: I was duplicitous."
"You nearly died. I really don’t want to think about it."
"The casual intimacy of the gesture sent a little electric shock through her."
"You’re all fixed up now, aren’t you? All better?"
"He existed somewhere. He held the key to everything."
"Somewhere, she told herself, B was still out there. Waiting."
"I don’t want to be the man responsible for making you someone less than that."
"To make love to you would be a disaster for both of us."
"You, dearest girl, have no idea of how you would feel to be so duplicitous."
"I had been fooling myself to think otherwise."
"He hadn’t even bothered to check his post until he left his house, late, and found two letters on the mat."
"The sight of her handwriting had induced a kind of shock in him, followed by panic when he realized it was already ten to twelve, and he was at the wrong end of London."
"Postman’s Park was a small garden, created by a Victorian philanthropist to mark the lives of ordinary heroes."
"The postmen of London, freed from their rounds and postbags, were enjoying the midday sun, in their shirtsleeves with their sandwich boxes, chatting, exchanging food, relaxing on the grass under the dappled shade of the trees."
"He felt a vague sense of proprietary shock at the idea that Clarissa might find happiness with someone else."
"Oh, Christ," he said aloud, his hands dropping to his knees, his head sinking."
"She was so beautiful, outshining the blooms in their neat borders, dazzling the postmen, who had stopped talking to look at her."
""Anthony," she had said, and with that one word, had given him not only herself but a new, better edited version of his future."
"Trust that I am here. Trust me by my actions, my affections. Those are my currency."
"Jennifer had turned on her heel and walked swiftly up the stairs, ignoring his yelled apology, his demand for her to return."
"I love you. I love you. Never let me go. You are so beautiful."
"I’m afraid of what I feel for you. I’m afraid to love somebody this much."
"I can see a future. I can see the point of staying still, of building a life in one place."
"I’d lose everything. My family ... everything my life is. I’d be disgraced."
"I love you, Jennifer. I will never stop loving you."
"And you don’t deserve ... you didn’t deserve ..."
"Is it wrong for a man to want to be held? Does that make him less of a man?"
"I give her everything. Everything. She has never wanted for a thing."
"Not all women want to change. An awful lot of women think a husband who would provide for them, and who they could look after, make a home for, would be a wonderful thing to have."
"Let’s not discuss this now, anyway. It’s Phillip’s birthday."
"It feels wrong because I’m in love with someone else."
"You’ve been in an awful mood these last few mornings. I hope you can make yourself a little more agreeable this evening."
"I’m reading about the Lady Chatterley trial. It’s actually rather fascinating."
"They say everything’s changing. Women want something new... God knows what. Why does everything have to change?"
"What was it Anthony had once written? That there was pleasure to be had in being a decent person. Even if you do not feel it now."
"He’ll squash you, extinguish the things that make you you."
"What on earth did one pack when one was leaving forever?"
"I will never stop loving you. I have never loved anyone before you, and there will never be anyone after you."
"When he died suddenly, God forgive me, I felt as if someone had set me free."
"Don’t you realize how urgent this is? My life depends on this journey."
"Gracious, even-tempered, calm. These were the words her friends, Laurence’s friends, and his business associates used to describe her."
"It was often those evenings that ended badly."
"Let the girl have her day. Her story might turn out differently."
"It was as if the misery of four years had been wiped away."
"But for now he could only feel a welling joy that the thing he had thought lost forever had been returned to him."
"Anthony’s eyes were still on the door. 'No,' he said quietly. 'I didn’t.'"
"Alive, these past four years. Living, breathing, sipping cups of coffee and typing. Alive."
"She swallowed, trying to contain the tumultuous emotion that threatened to rise within her."
"If I hadn’t found your letters, I might never have remembered you."
"Everyone’s far too interested in everyone else’s affairs."
"When she turned back to him, he was aware that he couldn’t speak or he would reveal everything."
"To have it returned to him was more than he could have hoped for."
"I swore I wouldn't contact you again. But six weeks on, and I feel no better. Being without you—thousands of miles from you—offers no relief at all."
"And if you feel that your decision was the right one, know this at least: that somewhere in this world is a man who loves you, who understands how precious and clever and kind you are."
"Lovely Mrs. Stirling, sweet-tempered Mrs. Stirling. Even, calm, tamped down. Her fire extinguished."
"To meet a friend, and then we’re going on an adventure, darling."
"The power of words. She gets him every time."
"She would feel strange showing him the raw emotion on the page."
"The pushing against boundaries... all those rigid codes of conduct."
"He looks as if he should be surfing on books, rather than stacking them."
"An unlikely librarian—he looks as if he should be surfing on books, rather than stacking them."
"Believe it or not, we talk to each other, too."
"You are something else. Can’t talk tonight. Will message you first thing."
"I am 25 and I have quite a good job but not a good enough job to do all the things I would like to do—to have a house and a car and a wife."
"Because obviously you acquire one of those along with the house and the car."
"I don’t want to know if you have personal problems, if someone close to you has died, if you’re in mountains of debt. I don’t even particularly want to know if you’re seriously ill."
"Newspapers are unforgiving. If you don’t pull in the stories, we don’t get the advertising or, indeed, the circulation figures."
"We in the library may be considered something not far short of an irrelevance by you and your ilk, Miss Haworth, but at my age I stop a little short of office dogsbody. Forgive me if that inconveniences your social life."
"If this past year has taught her one thing, it is to live in the present. She immersed herself in every moment, refusing to cloud it by considering the cost."
"The fall would come—it always did—but she usually collected enough memories to cushion it a little."
"It’s an astonishing thing to receive a letter like that. To know you’re loved so completely."
"Men are often a lot more fragile than they seem, aren’t they?"