Eva Ibbotson

After all, Betty was ill, and she was her sister, and she wouldn't be able to shave her legs for weeks because of the plaster.

Eva Ibbotson

For whether a place is a heaven or a hell rests in yourself, and those who go with courage may find themselves in paradise.

Eva Ibbotson

He was just drifting off to sleep when it occurred to him that perhaps the dog was not so ordinary after all. Perhaps he was someone the ogre had changed, and IPO was going to spend the night hugging a headmaster or a tax inspector

Eva Ibbotson

It was a heavenly summer, the summer in which France fell, and the British Expeditionary Force was evacuated from Dunkirk. Leaves were never such an intense and iridescent green; sunlight glinted on flower-studded meadows as the Germans encircled the Maginot Line and overran not only France but Belgium and Holland. Birdsong filled the air in the lull between bursts of gunfire and accompanied the fleeing refugees who blocked the roads. It was as though the weather was preparing a glorious requiem for the death of Europe.

Eva Ibbotson

One must not judge other cultures by the standard of one's one,' said Aunt Hilda

Eva Ibbotson

Please, God,' Ruth would pray, 'don't let me be competitive. Let me realize what a privilege it is to study. Let me remember that knowledge must be pursued for its own sake and please, please stop me wanting to beat Vienna Placket in the exams.' She prayed hard and she meant what she said. But God was busy that autumn as the International Brigade came back, defeated, from Spain, Hitler's bestializes increased, and sparrows everywhere continued to fall.

Eva Ibbotson

She was so intelligent that she could think herself into beauty. Intelligence...they don't talk about it much, the poets, but when a woman is intelligent and passionate and good...

Eva Ibbotson

Slowly, Anna put up a hand to his muzzle and began to scratch that spot behind the ear where large dogs keep their souls.

Eva Ibbotson

There are those who dance the notes and those who dance the music.

Eva Ibbotson

There are those who dance the notes, and those who dance the music.

Eva Ibbotson

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