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He walked for surely it was as if all his life he had been waiting to get up from his chair.

He hunched his shoulders and drove his feet harder, as if he wasn't so much walking to Queenie as away from himself.

There was anger for a while, and then there was something else, that was like silence but had an energy and violence of its own.

When a thing is taken away, you see more clearly what it brought to your life ...

We were very happy' - it was such a pleasure to voice these things, she wished there were more words. 'Very happy

It was not a life, if lived without love.

Beginnings could happen more than once, or in different ways.

Actors go inside the heads of other people and are not afraid of the complicated places you can find yourself.

I tell you only because in my pregnancy I had discovered a new way to love, freely and joyfully and without expectation.

Silently he had moved within her until deep inside she opened like a flower.

It was as much of a gift to receive as it was to give, requiring as it did both courage and humility. He

There was something febrile about her independence that made him nervous on her behalf.

If we don't go mad once in a while, there's no hope.

Sometimes her words sliced down on his before they had even reached his mouth.

I am starting again, I thought. Because that is what you do when you reach the last stop. You make a new beginning.

To explain is sometimes to diminish. And what does it matter if I believe one thing and you believe another? We share the same end.

Endings, it seems, are not all they're cracked up to be.

I've begun to think that we sit far more than we're supposed to ... Why else would we have feet?

Life is very different when you walked through it...How was it he never noticed all this before?

You could be ordinary and attempt something extraordinary, without being able to explain it in a logical way.

I let you go, Harold, because you were not mine and you never would be. You belonged to your wife.

He had wanted more than he could physically give, and so his walk had become a battle against himself, and he had failed.

He had always been too English; by which he supposed he meant that he was ordinary.

Sometimes it is easier, he thinks, to live out the mistakes we have made than to summon the energy and imagination required to repair them.

With post like yours, who needs enemies?" he said.

He was both inside and outside what he saw; that he was both connected and passing through ... both a part of things, and not.

No one knows how to be normal ... We're all just trying our best.

Sometimes I think depression must be like a dance in your head and anything can trigger it, if you know that dance.

The nudity of his words took him by surprised, as if it were Harold himself who was wearing no clothes.

It's a shame short men don't wear heels; it would save the world a lot of trouble.

(He) feels (his) words reach him. They slide beneath his orange uniform and touch his bones.

(She cupped his face in her palms.) They were so close now that his features lost distinction and all she could see was the feeling she had for him.

It was hard to understand a little and then walk away.

I think I'm somebody who takes praise with a very big - probably too big - pinch of salt.

Queenie Hennessy - "I am here to die."
Sister Mary Inconnue - "Pardon me but you are here to live until you die. There is a significant difference.

She looked at him and her heart tipped sideways.

When I first met you, I was ready. I had a space for you.

A flock of gulls flew east, rising and falling, as if they might clean the sky with their wings.

I had to get away from him. Sometimes we reject the people who tell the truth and it is not because they are wrong. It is because we can't

I have written stories since I was a child.

The letter that would change everything arrived on a Tuesday.

She had stayed because, however lonely she was with Harold, the world without him would be even more desolate.

But sometimes you don't say the word because you think a thing is ongoing when actually it is already over. The

Thank fuck that's over," said Finty, rubbing at her mouth and her sweatshirt. "Let's have a game of Scrabble.

She had touched life, played with it a little, but it is a slippery bugger, and finally we must close the door, and leave it behind. A

His shirt, tie, and trousers were folded small as an apology on a faded blue-velvet chair.

He was a chap like himself, with a unique pain; and yet there would be no knowing that if you passed him in the street, or sat opposite him in a cafe

On he went, one foot in front of the other. Now that he accepted the slowness of himself, he took pleasure in the distance he covered.

Time was what held the world together. It kept life as it should be.

Besides, I was thrown by your eyes. The blue of them was so generous, I couldn't quite think of anything else.

The past was the past; there was no escaping your beginnings.

Not believing that her wanting him alive wasn't enough to bring him back.

I'm drawn to people who find themselves on the outside of things. I'm moved by that in real life.

We all should accept what the earth gives freely. It is an act of grace.

And he wonders if that is what people look for in a partner or a friend: the part of themselves that is missing.

He no longer saw distance in terms of miles. He measured it with his remembering

But maybe it's what the world needs. A little less sense, and a little more faith.

I found out what was right only by getting it wrong.

I loved you and you didn't know. I loved you and that was enough.

Nobody is so frightening once you stop and listen, Maureen.

The least planned part of the journey, however, was the journey itself.

After several hours, he realized he had been so lost in remembering and mourning the past, he had wasted two miles heading in the wrong direction.

Even the potted fern seemed to hold its breath. Harold

Branches of spiraea bowed under sleeves of blossom, and delphinium shoots nudged the soil. With the

We hang on by so little, he thought, and felt the full despair of knowing that.

For me, writing is such an escape, and I felt very lucky to have this to run away to.

If we can't accept what we don't know, there really is no hope.

There is so much to the human mind we don't understand. But, you see, if you have faith, you can do anything.

We don't know what to do with sadness. That's the problem. We want to put it out of the way and we can't.

Maybe the clever people are not the ones who think they're clever. Maybe the clever people are the ones who accept that they know nothing.

Sometimes you cannot clear the past completely. You must live alongside your sorrow.

How oft," he murmured, "when men are at the point of death have they been merry!

The people he met, the places he passed, were all steps in his journey, and he kept a place inside his heart for each of them.

I knew then that you would always see the positive side because you liked people, and you wanted the best for them. It was intoxicating.

You have to think bigger than what you know, James

In the end, it makes no difference who you are. It's friends that count.

Despite his obligation to other people, he wished at that moment he had walls.

He understood that in walking to atone for the mistakes he had made, it was also his journey to accept the strangeness of others.

So long as I could see you every weekday, I was happy to love you from the sidelines.

After the two drinks, she felt warm inside, and slightly indistinct at the edges.

The place was not cruel. It was worse. It didn't notice.

For a moment I believed everything would turn out all right for me because you clearly desired that too.

So you see, people are rarely the straightforward things we think they are. Even the villains in a story can turn round and surprise us.

Sometimes you have to do something with your pain because otherwise it will swallow you.

I think lots of ideas are sometimes in our heads without us quite, you know, knowing it.

It would be so easy to stop getting up. To stop washing. To stop eating. Being alone required such constant effort.

The sky and the sun are always there. It's the clouds that come and go.

I just want someone to see me, Q. See who I really am. It is what we all want, in the end; to be seen.

But it never ceases to amaze me how difficult the things that are supposed to be instinctive really are.

Mind where you're going, people muttered at me. I hated them, but really the person I hated was myself. I fled.

It is a hard thing, as I said, this learning to love. But it is an even harder thing, I think, to learn to be ordinary.

He wished the man would honor the true meaning of words, instead of using them as ammunition.