Quotes by Eva Ibbotson

About Eva Ibbotson:

Eva Ibbotson was an Austrian-born British novelist, known for her children's books. Some of her novels for adults have been successfully reissued for the young adult market in recent years.
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She was so intelligent that she could think herself into beauty. Intelligence...they don't talk about it much, the poets, but when a woman is intelligent and passionate and good...

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Slowly, Anna put up a hand to his muzzle and began to scratch that spot behind the ear where large dogs keep their souls.

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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.

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When you're sad, my Little Star, go out of doors. It's always better underneath the open sky.

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You cannot stop the birds of sorrow from flying over your head, but you can stop them nesting in your hair.

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After all, Betty was ill and she was her sister, and she wouldn't be able to shave her legs for weeks because of the plaster.

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They were steaming out of the station before Maia asked, 'Was it books in the trunk?' 'It was books, admitted Miss Minton. And Maia said, 'Good.

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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...

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One must not judge other cultures by the standars of one's one,' said Aunt Hilda

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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 ...

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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

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Stupid women were lured into it and assured they would become young and beautiful if they let themselves be pummeled and pounded and smeared with sticky creams, and have their faces lifted and their stomachs flattened. They paid a lot of money to Mad...

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Ms. Wrack's mother, Mrs. Wrack, had been a mermaid: a proper one who lived on a rock and combed her hair and sang. But sailors had never been lured to their doom by her, partly because she looked like the back of a bus and partly because modern ships...

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Author Bio

  • NameEva Ibbotson
  • DescriptionBritish children's writer
  • AliasesMaria Charlotte Michelle Wiesner
  • BornJanuary 25, 1925
  • DiedOctober 20, 2010
  • CountryUnited Kingdom
  • ProfessionWriter; Novelist
  • WorksWhich Witch?; Journey To The River Sea
  • AwardsNestlé Smarties Book Prize