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“She became fascinated by the statue of Edith Cavell and would stand at the base of it in the freezing cold of a December morning, looking up: -Patriotism is not enough. I must have no hatred or bitterness for anyone-. Sometimes those words made her cry. The tears would come uncontrollably and they would not stop. And in those moments Anna found forgiveness and it made her free. But they were only moments. Forgiveness is a hard thing to hang on to.”
Miranda Emmerson“She became fascinated by the statue of Edith Cavell and would stand at the base of it in the freezing cold of a December morning, looking up: -Patriotism is not enough. I must have no hatred or bitterness for anyone-. Sometimes those words made her cry. The tears would come uncontrollably and they would not stop. And in those moments Anna found forgiveness and it made her free. But they were only moments. Forgiveness is a hard thing to hang on to.”
Miranda Emmerson, Miss Treadway and the Field of Stars“I realize that patriotism is not enough. I must have no hatred or bitterness towards anyone.”
Edith Cavell“1 realize that patriotism is not enough. I must have no hatred toward any one.”
Edith Cavell“I know now that patriotism is not enough I must have no hatred and bitterness toward anyone.”
Edith Cavell“Patriotism is not enough. I must have no hatred or bitterness towards anyone.”
Edith Cavell“(Can human beings change? The humor, and the sadness, of remarriage comedies can be said to result from the fact that we have no good answer to that question.)”
Stanley Cavell, Pursuits of Happiness: The Hollywood Comedy of Remarriage“Well done girl, I . . I admire your treachery.' Ecruba hissed at Edith.”
Anna Moore, Edith and the Owls“...life makes ugly faces at us sometimes, I know.”
Edith Wharton, The Buccaneers“She would search for him. In the land that lay east of the sun and west of the moon. But there was no way there.”
Edith Pattou, East“It was not a monster that lay sleeping on the white sheets. Nor a faceless horror. Nor even the white bear. It was a man.His hair was golden, glowing bright as a bonfire in the light of the candle. And his features were fair, I suppose, but he was a stranger and that somehow was the greatest shock of all- that I had been lying all these months beside a complete stranger.”
Edith Pattou, East