PICNIC AT HANGING ROCK QUOTES

Miranda was the the apple of

her parents eye

Miranda was the only girl

the eldest of 5 children

Radiantly

lovely at seventeen

A Botticelli

angel

Miranda used to say that

everything begins and ends at exactly the right time and place

Miranda had loved

Saint Valentine

Miranda believed in the

power of love over everything

Always Miranda

coming and going in the dazzling light

Whether picnic at hanging rock is

fact or fiction, my readers must decide for themselves

fateful

picnic

the rock was : a geological

marvel

Appleyard college was : a hopeless

misfit in time and place

Thus the College Mystery, like that of the celebrated case of the

Marie Celeste, seems likely to remain forever unsolved.

The girls were: Overcome by an

overpowering lassitude on the rock

Girls in the Gymnasium were as: the hyena

calls of Hysteria

Nobody can be held

accountable for the pranks of destiny

Mrs Appleyard was: Famed for

Disciple, deportment, and a mastery of English literature

At the college absolute

silence until further notice was the rule

at the college: Neatness

was all

Mrs Appleyard's individual wrath

now rendered impotent by the impersonal wrath of Heaven

It was inconceivable that

this woman of masculine intellect on whom she had come to rely in the last years should have allowed herself to be spirited away, lost, raped, murdered in cold blood like an innocent schoolgirl, on the Hanging Rock.

The Fitzherbert's and

their friends were a smug little community, well served.

The Fitzherbert's lay on

long wicker chairs, watching the season fade.

The Headmistress knew a lady when she saw one, and Mademoiselle de Poitiers

was definitely a social asset on the staff, not easily replaced

Irma Leopold was a

raving beauty

Irma: The exquisite reality of her

sweet serious face

Edith: Plain as

a frog

Edith Horton, hating to be

left out of anything and anxious to show off her ribbons

Marion Quade had spent the greater part of her

seventeen years in the relentless pursuit of knowledge

Nowadays the very sight of the child Sara slumped over a book in the garden was

enough to send a flush of irritation crawling up the Head's neck under the boned net collar.

Sara Waybourne, who had lain awake all Saturday night waiting for

Miranda to return from the picnic and kiss her good night as she always did.

Irma: 'I don't believe she [Sara] loves

anyone in the world except you, Miranda'