- Sister Monica Joan: To operate solely on the plane of the literal would be tedious and would blind one to a greater truth.
- Nurse Valerie Dyer: Lucille, are you all right? You've looked ever so down in the dumps lately.
- Nurse Lucille Anderson: Have I?
- Nurse Trixie Franklin: Only in a delicate, subtle, scarcely discernible sort of a way that I can pinpoint to the exact moment you came home from your date with Cyril.
- [last lines]
- Mature Jennifer Worth: [narration] So where in the end do we belong? In the eyes of another where we see ourselves reflected, or arm in arm with those whose faces echo ours - whose blood we share? Or is it in the heart of the family we create where we are safest and best known and never lonely? Perhaps we belong where love can bloom, because we give it room to put down roots and space in which to thrive. Seeds fly in upon the wind and settle where they will. We all belong somewhere. If we're not nurtured as we should be, we must find a choice to make, a place to go, a harbor where the storm is held at bay. Sometimes simply belonging to each other is enough and what matters is not the struggle, but where we find our peace.
- [first lines]
- Mature Jennifer Worth: [narration] In 1964, ever eastern family had its connection to the wharfs; people belonged to the river and the river belonged to them. And the Thames flowed on like time itself, bringing growth, and change, and challenge.