Sarah Waters Quotes
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Sarah Waters Famous Quotes & Sayings
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Your twisting is done
you have the last thread of my heart. I wonder: when the thread grows slack, will you feel it?
you have the last thread of my heart. I wonder: when the thread grows slack, will you feel it?
Sometimes I think I'd be perfectly happy to go on rewriting 'Tipping the Velvet' forever because it was so much fun.
I did not care. I cared for nothing, now. I had kept up my nerve and my spirit, all that time. I had waited for my chance of escaping and got nowhere.
She will be like everyone, putting on the things she sees the constructions she expects to find there.
Perhaps, however, it is the same with spinsters as with ghosts; and one has to be of their ranks in order to see them at all.
And yet, I seemed to feel my eyes bound, too, with bands of silk. And at my throat there was a velvet collar.
Clad not exactly as a boy but, rather confusingly, as the boy I would have been, had I been more of a girl
For I could not want her now, more than I could a lover.
But I could not want a lover, more than I want freedom.
But I could not want a lover, more than I want freedom.
She closed her eyes and let the rain fall on her face,
and after another second, I could not have said what were raindrops, and what tears.
and after another second, I could not have said what were raindrops, and what tears.
The day had begun to feel tinny: a pretend day, a dream day, that for some unaccountable reason she had to go on and on with as if it were real.
What does it say?" I said, when I had. She said, "It is filled with all the words for how I want you ... Look.
For was that all, she thought bleakly, that love ever was? Something that saved one from loneliness? A sort of insurance policy against not counting?
It had three or four book-cases, all of them very full, and a rack of wands, with newspapers and magazines hung out upon them like dripping laundry.
My story is the story of many postwar British families. Upward mobility. A council house and then new affluence.
I love film and, particularly, shorts. You don't get to see them often, and they're a great little form, like a short story.
Oh, Frances, for somebody so clever you can be awfully dull sometimes. Don't you know the sort of mistake I mean? I was going to have a
I used to hate flying. I would sit there, rigid, convinced that if I relaxed, the plane would drop out of the sky.
There seemed no motion, no rhythm, in all the world, but that which I had set up, between her legs, with one wet fingertip.
But lurid touches were everywhere, she saw with dismay. It was as if a giant mouth had sucked a bag of boiled sweets and then given the house a lick.
You have been put too much to literary work,' he said on one of his visits, 'and that is the cause of your complaint.
I must be better, she thought - realising it then, in that moment, for the first time. I must be OK.
Miss Craven held up a pair she thought would fit me - monstrous great things they were, of course, and I thought she smiled as she held them.
I have some knowledge of the time that may be misspent, clinging to fictions and supposing them truths.
She said, 'It's real, isn't it?'
Lilian answered after a pause, with a bowed head, in a murmur. 'Yes, it's real. It's the only real thing.
Lilian answered after a pause, with a bowed head, in a murmur. 'Yes, it's real. It's the only real thing.
She was at her truest, it seemed to her, in these tingling moments - these moments when, paradoxically, she was also at her most anonymous.
I suppose I really seemed mad, then; but it was only through the awfulness of having said nothing but the truth, and being thought to be deluded.
I've given up reading the papers. Since the world's so obviously bent on killing itself, I decided months ago to sit back and let it.
He would start it, I think, at the gate of Millbank, the point that every visitor must pass when they arrive to make their tour of the gaols.
But she was used to that by now, used to this kind of waiting, that was slack as worn elastic yet had the tautness of wire.
It was a great childhood. We weren't especially wealthy or anything, but I felt I had a kind of safety and freedom.
I knew I'd always be a second-rate academic, and I thought, 'Well, I'd rather be a second-rate novelist or even a third-rate one'.
Now i begin to feel a longing so great, so sharp, i fear it will never be assuaged. i think it will mount, and mount, and make me mad, or kill me.
The rest of us become narrow and mean when we live falsely. I'm sick to death of living falsely. I've been doing it for years.
Don't you be thinking,' she says, 'on things that are done and can't be changed. All right, dear girl? You think of the time to come.
Well, that was the clerk class for you. They might be completely without culture, but they certainly knew how to make themselves comfortable.
I love you, that is a simple thing to say...but my spirit does not love yours, it is entwined with it.
I never expected my books to do even as well as they have. I still feel grateful for it, every single day.
Everybody in my world knew that regular work was only another name for being robbed and dying of boredom.
She said that that was the disadvantage of bringing creatures into the house: one grew used to them, and then, one had the upset of their loss.
It was like kissing the darkness. As if the darkness had life, had a shape, had taste, was warm and glib.
It was like a cure, being with Lilian. It made one feel like a piece of wax being cradled in a soft, warm palm.
Some things are so frightful that a bit of madness is the only sane response. You know that, don't you?