Sister Monica Joan murmured, as though to herself, but loud enough to be heard by all, "How perfectly charming. Old enough to know it all, and young enough to blush. Perfectly charming.
Jennifer WorthQuite honestly, a baby covered in blood, still slightly blue, eyes screwed up, in the first few minutes after birth, is not an object of beauty.
Jennifer WorthI remember the days of my youth when everything was new and bright; when the mind was always questing, searching, absorbing; when the pain of love was so acute it could suffocate, and the days when joy was delirious.
Jennifer WorthI've loved someone since I was seventeen but I can't have him and I can't give him up. So until I can do that no one else will stand a chance.
Jennifer Worth