“You cannot stop the birds of sorrow from flying over your head, but you can stop them nesting in your hair.”
Eva Ibbotson“There are those who dance the notes and those who dance the music.”
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 Ivo was going to spend the night hugging a headmaster or a tax inspector”
Eva Ibbotson, The Ogre of Oglefort“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“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, A Song for Summer“To show too much joy in a place such as this would be unseemly but, as he padded toward her, his tail was extended in a manner which would make wagging possible should all go as expected.”
Eva Ibbotson, A Countess Below Stairs“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, A Countess Below Stairs“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 Verena Plackett 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 bestialities increased, and sparrows everywhere continued to fall.”
Eva Ibbotson, The Morning Gift“You cannot stop the birds of sorrow from flying over your head, but you can stop them nesting in your hair.”
Eva Ibbotson, The Dragonfly Pool“One must not judge other cultures by the standars of one's one,' said Aunt Hilda”
Eva Ibbotson, The Morning Gift“There are those who dance the notes, and those who dance the music.”
Eva Ibbotson, A Company of Swans