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The Tuscan Child QUOTES

The Tuscan Child QUOTES

1 " When the world has gone mad, we must help each other when we can. "

― Rhys Bowen , The Tuscan Child

2 " At least he was useful in some ways. He made good cheese. "

― Rhys Bowen , The Tuscan Child

3 " Then how can prayers be answered if you do not call upon the saints to help? God is obviously too busy to do everything alone. "

― Rhys Bowen , The Tuscan Child

4 " Sure. Why not?” he said. “A cup of tea. That’s what everyone drank all through the war. A bomb was dropped and everyone said, ‘It’s all right. Have a cup of tea.’” And he laughed. "

― Rhys Bowen , The Tuscan Child

5 " How quickly life can change. Well, maybe it was time that it changed again. I was in a beautiful place, staying with a kind woman, and I was going to enjoy myself, whatever the outcome was. "

― Rhys Bowen , The Tuscan Child

6 " When the world has gone mad, we must help each other when we can. Most of my neighbours are good and share what little they have. "

― Rhys Bowen , The Tuscan Child

7 " How much can happen in so short a time, "

― Rhys Bowen , The Tuscan Child

8 " But it was that core group of popular girls who moved in a pack, like wolves, and loved to pick on anyone weaker than them who made it quite clear that I did not belong. "

― Rhys Bowen , The Tuscan Child

9 " fagioli al fiasco sotto la cenere.” She handed him a bowl of what looked like white paste. He didn’t understand the Italian words in her dialect, except that “fagioli” was beans, and this did not look like beans—more like oatmeal. He didn’t think he’d ever seen an oat when he was in Florence, and certainly nobody ate oatmeal for breakfast. “What is this?” he asked. “It is made of white beans cooked in water and then cooked again with olive oil, rosemary, sage, and garlic in the coals of the fire all night. We put it in a Chianti bottle and cook it slowly in the embers. Then we mash "

― Rhys Bowen , The Tuscan Child

10 " All is well. We are tested and we survive, and life will be good again. "

― Rhys Bowen , The Tuscan Child

11 " I realised that everyone present resented the loss of the Hall as much as my father had done. It represented the passing of an old way of life, of the security of knowing one’s place. I found it very touching. "

― Rhys Bowen , The Tuscan Child

12 " To realise that one has nobody in the world—that is a sobering thought. "

― Rhys Bowen , The Tuscan Child

13 " expected to find you dead. But I entrusted you to the care of Saint Rita. "

― Rhys Bowen , The Tuscan Child

14 " searched for clues and fingerprints. But I will be kind to "

― Rhys Bowen , The Tuscan Child

15 " It is what we call part of our cucina povera - simple food for the peasants. And a good way to use up yesterday's stale bread. It is simply stale bread soaked in broth, and then we cook the garlic, tomatoes, some carrot, and celery and add these to it, then serve with olive oil. That's all. "

― Rhys Bowen , The Tuscan Child

16 " I want you to know that our beautiful boy is safe. He is hidden where only you can find him. "

― Rhys Bowen , The Tuscan Child

17 " fagioli al fiasco sotto la cenere.” She handed him a bowl of what looked like white paste. "

― Rhys Bowen , The Tuscan Child

18 " I don’t know how long I sat there staring at the flimsy sheet of airmail paper. Having grown up as an only child, I was shocked to discover in one day that I might have two brothers in other parts of the world. If this one had survived, I thought. Perhaps he had been hidden with a kind family in the hills, to be reunited with his mother when hostilities ceased. That is what I tried to believe. But now I was dying to know more. My father never spoke of his wartime experiences, but I knew from my mother that he had been a pilot with the RAF and terribly brave, flying missions over occupied Europe until he was shot down and nearly died. I hadn’t even known this happened over Italy. One didn’t tend to think of Italy as a scene of bombing missions. "

― Rhys Bowen , The Tuscan Child

19 " I broke off in amazement. My father—my distant, unemotional father—had a child in Italy. A child with an Italian woman called Sofia. But hidden where only Sofia could find him? A chill came over me. The letter was never delivered. A child hidden away and never found? Of course now, twenty- eight years later, I had to hope that Sofia had recovered the child and all was well. "

― Rhys Bowen , The Tuscan Child

20 " Almost twenty, I thought. And here I am at twenty-five still thinking I am young and have plenty of time to decide what to do with my life. "

― Rhys Bowen , The Tuscan Child