Mrs Pearce Quotes

Find out what you're good at...and then get even better. That's the key.

MRS PEARCE. Mr Higgins: youre tempting the girl. It’s not right. She should think of the future. HIGGINS. At her age! Nonsense! Time enough to think of the future when you havnt any future to think of.

Mother always said it wasn't just about keeping going, but about standing up for what you believed in as well.

My mother never gave in. One of Father's friends had once said that if Mother had been in charge, the Great War would have been over by 1916. Father had replied that if my mother had been in charge, she would have made damn sure the bloody thing hadn't started in the first place. Mother always said it wasn't just about keeping going, but about standing up for what you believed in as well.

The sun had pulled its socks up and was making a good effort in the almost cloudless winter sky,

I tried to take a deep breath and be British and brave, but it didn't work, and instead, the tears began. Masses of them. Where did tears like that come from and how did they get there so fast? Were they always there, just waiting for something awful to happen? What a horrible job they had.

as Mother always said, Granny didn’t spend half her life chaining herself to railings for today’s woman to moon around waiting for some chap to look after her.

My mother always said that a lot of men think that having bosoms means you’re a nitwit. She said the cleverest thing is to let them assume you’re an idiot, so you can crack on and prove them all wrong.

Good-bye, Mrs Bartholemew," said tom, shaking hands with stiff politeness; "and thank you very much for having me." "I shall look forward to our meeting again," said Mrs Bartholemew, equally primly. Tom went slowly down the attic stairs. Then, at the bottom, he hesitated: he turned impulsively and ran up again - two at a time - to where Hatty Bartholemew still stood... Afterwards, Aunt Gwen tried to describe to her husband that second parting between them. "He ran up to her, and they hugged each other as if they had known each other for years and years, instead of only having met for the first time this morning. There was something else, too, Alan, although I know you'll say it sounds even more absurd...Of course, Mrs Bartholemew's such a shrunken little old woman, she's hardly bigger than Tom; anyway: but, you know, he put his arms right round her and he hugged her good-bye as if she were a little girl.

I have to say, it’s all Greek to me. That’s why I stick to fiction. Making things up is somewhat easier than sorting out real life.

Find out what you’re good at, Miss Lake, and then get even better. That’s the key.

Joan, Thelma, and Mary, like thousands of others, spent day and night after day and night carrying on with their jobs in the most frightening of conditions. Every day they helped save strangers they didn't know and would never meet. But today it was their friend. Stiff upper lips and getting on with things were all very well, but sometimes there was nothing to do but admit that things were quite simply awful. War was foul and appalling and unfair.

the room, an industrial Anglepoise lamp that looked as if it had been requisitioned

would be sympathetic

Mother always worried about how we kept going. I had no idea. We just did.

It sounded as if we had been in the East End, dogfighting or betting on horses and eating chips wrapped in the Daily Express.

I’m Mrs. Irene Barker,” she said, almost in a whisper. “I was a war worker, but I lost my job because I couldn’t find anyone to look after my girls when I was at work.

My mother was more likely to be found reading Virginia Woolf than Woman’s Friend.

as Mother always said, Granny didn’t spend half her life chaining herself to railings for today’s woman to moon around waiting for some chap to look after her. Quite.

asked about the weather in London. I confirmed that it was fine and asked after the weather in Little Whitfield, which, it turned out, was fine as well. Everything, it appeared, was equally first-rate.

All Mrs. Barker wants is to be able to work,” she said. “That’s all. It has taken great courage for her to be here today.” She looked over at Irene. “Last week she was informed that her husband, Able Seaman Douglas Barker, had given his life for his country.

Good morning, ladies and gentlemen,” she said. Then she cleared her throat again. “My name is Mrs. Anne Oliver and I am a war worker.” The other women clapped again. A soldier nearby shouted, “Good girl!” and his friend joined in with a “Well done, love. Good on you.

LIZA. Oh, you ARE a devil. You can twist the heart in a girl as easy as some could twist her arms to hurt her. Mrs. Pearce warned me. Time and again she has wanted to leave you; and you always got round her at the last minute. And you don’t care a bit for her. And you don’t care a bit for me.

All right, everyone, time to go,” said Constable Pickering as he shut his police notebook. He motioned to Mr. Rice. “Just so you know, Mrs. Oliver did you a very great favour there,” he said. “Just so you know. Now, I suggest you try talking to these ladies rather than making their children cry. By the New Year. I’ll be checking.

Mrs Bartholomew did not cry, because she had done all her crying for that so long ago.

You didn’t miss someone any less, you just made room for other things to surround the gap they had left.

Granny didn’t spend half her life chaining herself to railings for today’s woman to moon around waiting for some chap to look after her.

Men are such fatheads, my darling,’ she whispered

How often did anyone ever tell women they were doing a good job?

There was something about planning a wedding that felt as if it was one in the eye for Hitler. He could send over as many Luftwaffe planes as he liked, but he couldn’t stop people being in love

Existence as a society wife must be akin to standing in a bog. That slow, sinking sensation. I would be dragged down day by day, grow vacuous and preoccupied with frivolity like those around me. I should begin to resemble Papa or - God forbid - Mrs Pearce. At least with David I may strive to be a better person, practical and helpful to my fallen creatures.