Scarlet And Ivy Quotes

I’d spent so long pretending to be Scarlet that maybe the old Ivy had faded away.

I don't want to be lost forever. - Scarlet, in her diary

Friends don’t lie,

Thank you, Scarlet”. “For what? For being your Tuesday and Thursday girl?” “For all seven days. Because I think of you on all of them”.

And the reflection didn't move. It stared at me. She stared at me. And then Scarlet's hand moved too, and met mine against the cool glass.

Ivy, I pray that it's you reading this. And if you are, well, I suppose you're the new me... - Scarlet, in her diary

I slammed my fist down on the desk. “Everyone shut up!

Nothing is heavy for those who have wings’.

It's an honour to meet you, Aunt Sara." ... "Now," she said, "I must tell you the truth about your mother... She named you Scarlet and Ivy... like we were Sara and Ida. S and I together once more. She never forgot me.

Where are your manners, Miss Grey?" - Miss Fox "Probably in the same place where you left yours." - Ivy

My name is Scarlet Grey, and until today I thought I would be lost forever.

It fell, and then the words came." ... "We are the Whispers in the Walls.

WHO MOVED MY KNICKERS?

Without a word, I walked over to the door and opened it. And when the policeman stepped in, the look on Mr Bartholomew’s face was priceless.

You could fight the world, or you could try to change it.

Why are we are?

Ah, but let her cover the mark as she will, the pang of it will be always in her heart." — The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne

Sometimes hard things are worth doing.

First, she tipped the cold, sloppy leftovers from her plate into my lap. I heard her say 'whoops!', as if she'd forgotten how her own hands worked. ... I stood up, my dress dripping with food, and slapped her as hard as I could. Penny screamed and clutched at her cheek. The whole hall went silent. I shook out my stinging hand. "Whoops!" I echoed.

Emmeline Adel. ... "Ivy, you need to look at this." ... Our mother? At Rookwood?

If she’s not lying,” said Scarlet, “then I’m the Queen of Sheba.

We’ll go to America and we’ll be famous, because we’re twins.

Ariadne looked fascinated, wordlessly snapping away with her camera.

Forgiving people isn't about what they need, Scarlet. It's about what you need.

I swear,” said Scarlet during the last lesson of the day, “if he says hmm like that one more time, I’m going to strangle him with that bloomin’ tape measure!” I watched as Mr Hardwick went over to the fireplace at the side of the room, one of the remnants of the old house, paused, and then said, “Hmmmmm …” Scarlet jumped up out of her seat, but thankfully the bell rang right at that moment. I quickly dragged her out before she could do any damage.

few days after she had talked to Ben Weatherstaff, Mary stopped to notice this and wondered why it was so. She had just paused and was looking up at a long spray of ivy swinging in the wind when she saw a gleam of scarlet and heard a brilliant chirp, and there, on the top of the wall, forward perched Ben Weatherstaff's robin redbreast, tilting forward to look at her with his small head on one side. "Oh!" she cried out, "is it you—is it you?" And it did not seem at all queer to her that she spoke to him as if she were sure that he would understand and answer her. He did answer. He twittered and chirped and hopped along the wall as if he were telling her all sorts of things. It seemed to Mistress Mary as if she understood him, too, though he was not speaking in words. It was as if he said: "Good morning! Isn't the wind nice? Isn't the sun nice? Isn't everything nice? Let us both chirp and hop and twitter. Come on! Come on!" Mary began to laugh, and as he hopped and took little flights along the wall she ran after him. Poor little thin, sallow, ugly Mary—she actually looked almost pretty

What would you like for your own life, Kate, if you could choose?” “Anything?” “Of course anything.” “That’s really easy, Aunty Ivy.” “Go on then.” “A straw hat...with a bright scarlet ribbon tied around the top and a bow at the back. A tea-dress like girls used to wear, with big red poppies all over the fabric. A pair of flat, white pumps, comfortable but really pretty. A bicycle with a basket on the front. In the basket is a loaf of fresh bread, cheese, fruit oh...and a bottle of sparkly wine, you know, like posh people drink. “I’m cycling down a lane. There are no lorries or cars or bicycles. No people – just me. The sun is shining through the trees, making patterns on the ground. At the end of the lane is a gate, sort of hidden between the bushes and trees. I stop at the gate, get off the bike and wheel it into the garden. “In the garden there are flowers of all kinds, especially roses. They’re my favourite. I walk down the little path to a cottage. It’s not big, just big enough. The front door needs painting and has a little stained glass window at the top. I take the food out of the basket and go through the door. “Inside, everything is clean, pretty and bright. There are vases of flowers on every surface and it smells sweet, like lemon cake. At the end of the room are French windows. They need painting too, but it doesn’t matter. I go through the French windows into a beautiful garden. Even more flowers there...and a veranda. On the veranda is an old rocking chair with patchwork cushions and next to it a little table that has an oriental tablecloth with gold tassels. I put the food on the table and pour the wine into a glass. I’d sit in the rocking chair and close my eyes and think to myself... this is my place.” From A DISH OF STONES

It seemed as if nothing were to break that tie — as if the years were merely to compact and cement it; and as if those years were to be all the years of their natural lives. Eighteen-forty-two turned into eighteen-forty-three; eighteen-forty-three into eighteen- forty-four; eighteen-forty-four into eighteen-forty-five. Flush was no longer a puppy; he was a dog of four or five; he was a dog in the full prime of life — and still Miss Barrett lay on her sofa in Wimpole Street and still Flush lay on the sofa at her feet. Miss Barrett’s life was the life of “a bird in its cage.” She sometimes kept the house for weeks at a time, and when she left it, it was only for an hour or two, to drive to a shop in a carriage, or to be wheeled to Regent’s Park in a bath-chair. The Barretts never left London. Mr. Barrett, the seven brothers, the two sisters, the butler, Wilson and the maids, Catiline, Folly, Miss Barrett and Flush all went on living at 50 Wimpole Street, eating in the dining-room, sleeping in the bedrooms, smoking in the study, cooking in the kitchen, carrying hot-water cans and emptying the slops from January to December. The chair-covers became slightly soiled; the carpets slightly worn; coal dust, mud, soot, fog, vapours of cigar smoke and wine and meat accumulated in crevices, in cracks, in fabrics, on the tops of picture-frames, in the scrolls of carvings. And the ivy that hung over Miss Barrett’s bedroom window flourished; its green curtain became thicker and thicker, and in summer the nasturtiums and the scarlet runners rioted together in the window-box. But one night early in January 1845 the postman knocked. Letters fell into the box as usual. Wilson went downstairs to fetch the letters as usual. Everything was as usual — every night the postman knocked, every night Wilson fetched the letters, every night there was a letter for Miss Barrett. But tonight the letter was not the same letter; it was a different letter. Flush saw that, even before the envelope was broken. He knew it from the way that Miss Barrett took it; turned it; looked at the vigorous, jagged writing of her name.

Now the last age by Cumae's Sibyl sung has come and gone, and the majestic roll of circling centuries begins anew: justice returns, returns old Saturn's reign, with a new breed of men sent down from heaven. Only do thou, at the boy's birth in whom the iron shall cease, the golden race arise, befriend him, chaste Lucina; 'tis thine own apollo reigns. And in thy consulate, this glorious age, O Pollio, shall begin, and the months enter on their mighty march. Under thy guidance, whatso tracks remain of our old wickedness, once done away, shall free the earth from never-ceasing fear. He shall receive the life of gods, and see heroes with gods commingling, and himself be seen of them, and with his father's worth reign o'er a world at peace. For thee, O boy, first shall the earth, untilled, pour freely forth her childish gifts, the gadding ivy-spray with foxglove and Egyptian bean-flower mixed, and laughing-eyed acanthus. Of themselves, untended, will the she-goats then bring home their udders swollen with milk, while flocks afield shall of the monstrous lion have no fear. Thy very cradle shall pour forth for thee caressing flowers. The serpent too shall die, die shall the treacherous poison-plant, and far and wide Assyrian spices spring. But soon as thou hast skill to read of heroes' fame, and of thy father's deeds, and inly learn what virtue is, the plain by slow degrees with waving corn-crops shall to golden grow, fom the wild briar shall hang the blushing grape, and stubborn oaks sweat honey-dew. Nathless yet shall there lurk within of ancient wrong some traces, bidding tempt the deep with ships, gird towns with walls, with furrows cleave the earth. Therewith a second Tiphys shall there be, her hero-freight a second Argo bear; new wars too shall arise, and once again some great Achilles to some Troy be sent. Then, when the mellowing years have made thee man, no more shall mariner sail, nor pine-tree bark ply traffic on the sea, but every land shall all things bear alike: the glebe no more shall feel the harrow's grip, nor vine the hook; the sturdy ploughman shall loose yoke from steer, nor wool with varying colours learn to lie; but in the meadows shall the ram himself, now with soft flush of purple, now with tint of yellow saffron, teach his fleece to shine. While clothed in natural scarlet graze the lambs.

Ivy... I am utterly bored... For goodness' sake, let something interesting be announced this assembly." - Scarlet "Like what?" - Ivy "Perhaps an untimely death." - Nadia

I think it's important that everyone knows how different things are these days." - Mrs Knight "You mean now that headteachers aren't trying to murder us anymore?" - Scarlet

It's fishy," Ivy said. "More than fishy. It's like a whole shark." - Scarlet

Oh for goodness' sake," my twin snapped. "I have better things to do with my time than concoct elaborate schemes to insult Penny. I'll just insult her to her face, thank you very much.

You're my twin. You have to be up there with me. You remember the deal, don't you?" - Scarlet "We'll go to America and we'll be famous, because we're twins." - Ivy

Do I need to remind Mummy of the petunias? - Ariadne, to her father

I can pick this... My governess used to shut me in the airing cupboard when I wouldn't do my sums. But I was resourceful! - Ariadne

Her eyes are like a snake's. - Scarlet, in her diary, about Violet

That witch... It was her. She took the diary. It has to be. I'm going to kill her... Penny. - Ivy

And we have another student who has returned from spending some time abroad as well... Miss Adams, please stand up as well." I couldn't believe it. Vile Violet. She was back.

Rose, what are you-" Violet started. We all turned. Someone was there. It was Penny.

It’s Muriel!” Ariadne cried. “She’s disappeared!

She stepped down on to the drive, took the camera out of the case round her neck and pointed it at us. “Smile!

I wasn’t hugely enthusiastic about the idea. “It’s a horse,” I kept saying. “They’re big and angry. I don’t think they want me to sit on them.” Ariadne, on the other hand, was overjoyed. “Oh, goody!” she kept saying, clapping her hands. “Ever since Daddy sold Oswald I haven’t been able to go riding. This will be such fun!” It had cheered Rose up as well. At the mere mention of the word ‘horse’ she had dried her tears and was looking a lot more eager. “I’ll help,” she whispered, and suddenly she had pulled her boots on and dashed off out of the door. “Help with what?” Ivy said after her. “Preparing the horses for the ride, I suppose,” Ariadne said. “Fetching their tack and grooming them and so on. I think she does that a lot at school.” I peered down at my suitcase and realised another problem – we didn’t own any trousers. I definitely didn’t fancy riding side-saddle. “Oh, look,” I said. “We don’t have any trousers. So we probably can’t go anyway. Such a shame.” “You can both borrow some of mine!” Ariadne said cheerily. I gave up and flopped on to the bed. It looked like I wasn’t getting out of this one. We went down to the courtyard once we were dressed, me trudging reluctantly and Ivy doing her best to look like she wasn’t doing the same.

reached for one of Ariadne’s many candles, standing in a holder next to the bed. There was a matchbook

was lost once. And you know what happened?” “What?” I asked, turning to face her. “You found me,” she said with a grin. And somehow, that was enough

Freaks together! That’s us, isn’t it?” Rose grinned. When we’d had quite the adventure

But I grabbed her, then suddenly realised that Scarlet was beside me, her hair flowing around her face. Together we took hold of Rose and kicked upwards as

What was that all about?” I asked Scarlet, when I’d overcome the shock. “Search me.

Ariadne,

You’re welcome?” I called after her. She turned to me, halfway to her room. “I’ll keep my word. Just stay away from me, you hear?” “Gladly,” I muttered.

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I am Lady Rose Fitzwarren! ... And I would rather that NOBODY had the family fortune than see a MONSTER like you take one penny of it! - Rose

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Some of the trees hung their branches down almost as far as the surface, as if they were trying to stroke it with long bony fingers.

grey as the sky above.

The food was slices of some kind of roast meat in a watery gravy,

a cupboard, but there seemed to be … stairs? Ivy had brought a candle stub, which she lit with a

And then she quietly said, “I pushed her off the stage. I was the one who broke Miss Finch’s leg.

I wanted to come as the scariest thing I could imagine, but I didn't think turning up dressed as my mother would go down too well. So a ghost it was. - Miss Finch

There were still some silvery clouds, but the sky was blue behind them, and the sun was shimmering on the water.

And as she said that, black plumes of smoke began rising from the suitcase, until they were enveloping me, filling my lungs, and I was pulled down inside … And I was falling … And falling …

And everyone screamed. “Honestly,” I heard Agatha say. “What did you lot have to go and scream for? You’ve probably ruined it now!” Little toad, I thought. She’d screamed as loud as the rest!

Go, go!

Chapter One

Nothings heavy for those who have wings

IVY

Vasey’s Paradise was special. Above them, freshwater springs leapt out of the limestone and unraveled long, twisting ribbons. At a glance they could see the dominant species: Western redbud, scarlet monkeyflower, and “gobs” of poison ivy. Clear rivulets of water chattered and burbled from beneath this verdant tangle, licked with streamers of algae and moss and more beautifully arranged than any ornamental garden. Powell had looked at this spot with a geologist’s eyes, describing the sun-struck fountains as “a million brilliant gems,” but he named it after a botanist, George Vasey. Vasey never boated the Grand Canyon, nor saw the place that bore his name. Clover and Jotter were the first botanists to make a catalog of the plants there for Western science.

No matter what happens, I told myself, you have your twin and your best friend beside you.

of lavender

I don’t think she’d want to open her purse strings if we were starving on the streets, let alone to send us on a school trip.

skin prickle,

We didn’t have the heart to wake her for lunch, so we decided we’d bring her up some food. This time the dining hall was actually open, and we all helped ourselves to cheese and ham sandwiches.

while Miss Bowler (to my amusement) was wearing a sort of frilly pink nightdress. I had never seen anything more unlikely.

decided quite quickly that I didn’t like caving. It was dark and wet and cold and, worst of all, claustrophobic.

carlet and I were a team that couldn’t be broken. She was my twin; my reflection in the mirror; the other side of the same coin.

Shut up,” Elsie snapped back. “OK, everyone!

When there are no angels to be found, perhaps you need to turn to the devils.

And of course, we hid them throughout the school. A puzzle for future generations to solve, just like the puzzles that we have solved. So if you’re reading this, then you know the secrets of Rookwood too.

I was in a forest, the wind whipping around me. Everything seemed grey, as though the colour had seeped out of the world. But I could see something up ahead: a fire. It was burning brightly. I couldn’t feel the heat, but I knew in my mind that it was there, that I could feel it brushing my skin as I moved closer. When I set foot in the clearing, I realised that it wasn’t just a fire. It was hundreds, maybe thousands of candles, burning all around me. There was someone standing among them. I saw the shadow of a tall hat, a long black dress, sinister sharp fingernails. She was chanting words in a language I couldn’t understand. She turned to me and her face was a blur. But it was Ebony. It felt like Ebony. The figure wore Ebony’s boots and had her black and battered suitcase at her feet. The girl’s features shifted like someone was crafting them out of clay, and soon the face was Ebony’s too. She smiled her unnerving smile at me. “Ivy,” she said. “You’re just in time.” The flames roared behind her. “What are you doing?” I asked. She didn’t reply, but reached down towards the suitcase and flicked the catches open. I had no idea what was inside it, but I felt instant dread filling my entire body. I didn’t want to look. I couldn’t. “You really should look more closely,” her voice insisted, singsong and seductive. “Why?” I asked, my feet carrying me nearer, even though I urged them to turn and run. The smile remained. “Because I’m going to do a trick.” And as she said that, black plumes of smoke began rising from the suitcase, until they were enveloping me, filling my lungs, and I was pulled down inside … And I was falling … And falling …