“Did God ever cry over his lost angel, I wonder?”

“Sometimes we seek that which we are not yet ready to find.”

“Really? And what curse befalls the Adams of the world?"Ann opens her mouth and, presumably thinking of nothing to say, closes it again. It is Felicity who answers, eyes steely. "They are weak to te...”

“Fate determines your caste. You must accept it and live according to the rules."You can't really believe that!"I do believe it. That man's misfortune is that he cannot accept his caste, his fate."I...”

“Travel opens your mind as few other things do. It is its own form of hypnotism, and I am forever under its spell.”

“A man bumps me on his busy way without so much as an apology. But that is all right. I forgive you, busy man about town with the sharp elbows. Hail and farewell to you! For I, Gemma Doyle, am to ha...”

“Could a name be any shorter? Three letters without even the flourish of an e. Ann, a trio of curves and lines.It means full of grace.”

“Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Felicity and Ann hunched over their ornaments as if they were fascinating relics from an archaeological dig. I note that their shoulders are trembling, and I ...”

“Did God ever cry over his lost angel, I wonder?”

“Seek not greater wealth, but simpler pleasure; not higher fortune, but deeper felicity.”

“Did God ever cry over his lost angel, I wonder?”