Top 26 Quotes & Sayings by Stella Gibbons

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Last updated on December 25, 2024.
Stella Gibbons

Stella Dorothea Gibbons was an English writer, journalist, and poet. She established her reputation with her first novel, Cold Comfort Farm (1932) which has been reprinted many times. Although she was active as a writer for half a century, none of her later 22 novels or other literary works—which included a sequel to Cold Comfort Farm—achieved the same critical or popular success. Much of her work was long out of print before a modest revival in the 21st century.

He was, she reflected, almost rudely like a tortoise; and she was glad her friend kept none as pets or they might have suspected mockery.
Women are all alike - aye fussin' over their fal-lals and bedazin' a man's eyes, when all they really want is man's blood and his heart out of his body and his soul and his pride.
On the whole, Flora liked it better when they were silent, though it did rather give her the feeling that she was acting in one of the less cheerful German highbrow films.
One of the disadvantages of almost universal education was the fact that all kinds of persons acquired a familiarity with one's favorite writers. It gave one a curious feeling; it was like seeing a drunken stranger wrapped in one's dressing gown.
I do not object to the phenomena, but I do object to the parrot. — © Stella Gibbons
I do not object to the phenomena, but I do object to the parrot.
And when April like an over-lustful lover leaped upon the lush flanks of the Downs there would be yet another child in the wretched hut down on Nettle Flitch Field, where Meriam housed the fruits of her shame.
Well, when I am fifty-three or so I would like to write a novel as good as Persuasion but with a modern setting, of course. For the next thirty years or so I shall be collecting material for it. If anyone asks me what I work at, I shall say, 'Collecting material'. No one can object to that.
Well,' said Mrs Smiling, 'it sounds an appalling place, but in a different way from all the others. I mean, it does sound interesting and appalling, while the others just sound appalling.
Nature is all very well in her place, but she must not be allowed to make things untidy.
Flora sighed. It was curious that persons who lived what the novelists called a rich emotional life always seemed to be a bit slow on the uptake.
I saw something nasty in the woodshed.
Dawn crept over the Downs like a sinister white animal, followed by the snarling cries of a wind eating its way between the black boughs of the thorns. The wind was the furious voice of this sluggish animal light that was baring the dormers and mullions and scullions of Cold Comfort Farm.
There are some things (like first love and one’s first reviews) at which a woman in her middle years does not care to look too closely.
You have the most revolting Florence Nightingale complex,' said Mrs. Smiling. It is not that at all, and well you know it. On the whole, I dislike my fellow beings; I find them so difficult to understand. But I have a tidy mind and untidy lives irritate me. Also, they are uncivilized.
There have always been Starkadders at Cold Comfort Farm
The education bestowed on Flora Poste by her parents had been expensive, athletic and prolonged; and when they died within a few weeks of one another during the annual epidemic of the influenza or Spanish Plague which occurred in her twentieth year, she was discovered to possess every art and grace save that of earning her own living.
Here was an occasion, she thought, for indulging in that deliberate rudeness which only persons with habitually good manners have the right to commit.
Curious how Love destroys every vestige of that politeness which the human race, in its years of evolution, has so painfully acquired.
She liked Victorian novels. They were the only kind of novel you could read while eating an apple.
Happiness can never hope to command so much interest as distress.
By god, DH Lawrence was right when he said there must be a dumb, dark, dull, bitter belly-tension between a man and a woman, and how else could this be achieved save in the long monotony of marriage?
A straight nose is a great help if one wishes to look serious'.
The life of a journalist is poor, nasty, brutish, and short. So is his style — © Stella Gibbons
The life of a journalist is poor, nasty, brutish, and short. So is his style
Surely she had endured enough for one evening without having to listen to intelligent conversation?
That would be delightful,' agreed Flora, thinking how nasty and boring it would be.
Like all really strong-minded women, on whom everybody flops, she adored being bossed about. It was so restful.
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