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61 " Life went on. And it was quite usual to see young people taking a boat out over the quiet water of the lake in Lough Glass at night. Stevie and Kit took the little box of ashes and sprinkled it in the water. The moon was high in the sky and they didn’t feel sad. It wasn’t really a funeral. All that was over, in London and years ago … the first time. This wasn’t a sad thing, it was just the right thing to do. "
― Maeve Binchy , The Glass Lake
62 " didn’t know whether or not she "
― Maeve Binchy , London Transports
63 " There are some things that are neither right nor wrong. You can’t have rules laid down for. Would you understand that?” “Yes,” Clare said immediately, “I would. Like the Holy Ghost.” “Like what?” “Like the Holy Ghost. We have to believe in Him without understanding Him. He’s not a bird and He’s not a great wind. He’s something though, and that should be enough without understanding it.” “I don’t think that’s the same at all,” said Agnes, troubled. “But if it helps you to understand the problems of trade in a small town, then for heaven’s sake, use it. "
― Maeve Binchy , Echoes
64 " I wish I knew what you were planning to do with your life, Kit McMahon,’ Clio said. ‘So do I,’ Kit agreed fervently. "
65 " I don’t know. Maybe the fellow from my own home town. He’s very good looking, Stevie.’ Kit said this partly to put the glamorous Frankie in the position of knowing that Stevie was out of bounds, partly to convince herself. In her heart she knew that Stevie was cheap and obvious. "
66 " Kennst du das Land, wo die Zitronen blühn, Im dunklen Laub die Goldorangen glühn. "
― Maeve Binchy , Nights of Rain and Stars
67 " It ended badly. As everything Helen Doyle had ever touched seemed to end. "
― Maeve Binchy , Silver Wedding
68 " You’ve got a good man there,’ Ivy said to Lena. ‘Yes,’ Lena said. Ivy looked at her sharply. ‘Deep down he’s full of heart,’ Ivy insisted. Ivy, who knew how unfaithful he was, how hard she tried to entertain him. Ivy, who alone knew that they were not married, could be fooled by this little gesture of goodwill. "
69 " Was Louis mean? He had always seemed the very spirit of generosity. When he had hardly sixpence left he would spend the coins he had on a bunch of violets. She couldn’t bear to think of Louis as mean. Anything else but that. "
70 " She told them to read a poem every day and think about it, and whenever they went to a new place, to find out about its history and what had made it the place it had become. "
― Maeve Binchy , A Week in Winter
71 " She watched the others looking at Louis, animated, handsome and the centre of attention. He was a sham, she thought angrily, he was a fraud and a con trick. Why had she wasted her life on him? Why was she not back in Lough Glass where she belonged with her family, with her children who needed her? What was she doing in this ridiculous house in London, working her guts out for an employment agency up the road, drinking a toast to Ivy and Ernest in a roomful of people she hardly knew? This was a Saturday night, she should be at home in Lough Glass. A terrible emptiness took hold of her. At home in Lough Glass doing what? "
72 " Turkish Bath "
― Maeve Binchy , Maeve's Times
73 " But you've lost so much weight. You've lost stones and stones. Little person! Tiny person! How did you do it?''Well, it's not all that much and I ...' She didn't get an inning. 'But you're a tiny person; you used to be a huge, huge person. Remember those great jowls you had? Real jowls, they were darling, and look at you now. A little person. How super. No jowls. Don't ever let it creep on again, will you?' I thought about it for a long time. Would the little person, the tiny jowl-less person like all this praise? Was it the reward for the diet, the self-control, the exercise? Or might she resent the spotlight and the attention of 30 people beaming on her? "
74 " appreciated "
75 " Laugh a lot and be full of trust, not suspicion. "
― Maeve Binchy , Minding Frankie
76 " The public Louis was a man you couldn’t fault. "
77 " They hung there, the jackets she had bought for him, the shirts that she took to the Chinese laundry each week, the shoes that she polished until they shone. ‘Oh nonsense, I’m doing my own,’ she had said the first time he protested, and he hadn’t protested again. Of course she had done too much for him. But if she had done any less it would have ended long ago. Long before now. She felt a chill. Why did she think it was ending now? "
78 " a piper from the area called John Paul. Of course he did. Everyone knew "
79 " There is no use in God’s earth being upset by the things that other people do, only what you do yourself. "
― Maeve Binchy , Star Sullivan
80 " he felt much better now that he’d shaken hands with the wife’s best friend. "
― Maeve Binchy , The Lilac Bus