Rosamunde Pilcher

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I wasn't good enough. I had a little talent but not enough. There is nothing more discouraging than having just a little talent

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She thought of the last couple of years: the boredom, the narrowness of existence, the dearth of anything to look forward to. Yet now, in a single instant, the curtains had been whipped aside, and the windows been thrown open onto a brillant view that had been there, waiting for her, all the time. A view, moreover, laden with the most marvellous possibilities and opportunities

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For he was drinking too much. Not uncontrollably nor offensively, but still he seldom seemed to have a glass out of his hand

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The greatest gift a parent can leave a child is that parent's own independence

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What a happy woman I am, living in a garden, with books, babies, birds and flowers, and plenty of leisure to enjoy them. Sometimes I feel as if I were blest above all my fellows in being able to find happiness so easily