Top 54 Sarah Winman Quotes
#1. The principles of catching rumours were, in fact, similar to the principals of catching dreams, but because rumour was weightier, the catcher had to be positioned closer to the ground. Rumour flew low, dreams flew high, and somewhere in between were prayers.
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#2. [My mum] was always like that: grateful for life itself. Her glass was not only half full, it was gold plated with a permanent refill.
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#3. And my father went back into the forest and chopped down a tree. The sound of the trunk fracturing and splintering and falling to earth was the sound his heart would have made, could it speak.
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#4. I thought that probably I was worth more when I was younger.
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#5. Their banter was rich and comfortable, their teasing intimate and profound; their 'I love you' without the use of those startling words.
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#6. Those left behind prayed constantly for peace but prayers came back with Return to Sender stamped all over them. Only the roll call of the dead grew.
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#7. We were the centre of that liquid universe, for we were the night sun and we said to ships, do not come too close, we have rocks at our feet. And the crash of waves sent white spray flying, and I am scared and exhilarated and a little bit in love too.
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#8. I pulled the blanket around my shoulders. The sky was dark and vast and empty and not even a plane disturbed that sullen stillness, not even a star. The emptiness above was now mine within. It was a part of me, like a freckle, like a bruise. Like a middle name now one acknowledged.
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#9. I wrote about ... my childhood, when dreams were small and attainable for all. When sweets were a penny and god was a rabbit.
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#10. Truth, as he always said, was overrated, nobody ever won prizes for telling the truth.
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#11. Shunning all offers of help, all offers of the more practical ... This was his task, he said, and it would be carried out alone. Penance, my brother reminded me, was a lonely place to be.
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#13. Nothing stays forgotten for long, Elly. Sometimes we simply have to remind the world that we're special and that we're still here.
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#14. Love just enough. What's enough? Enough to hold. When it hurts, you're loving too much. Just enough to hold. Anything more than a handful and you're in trouble.
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#16. And they held on tight to that beautiful silent moment before words transported them to the realm of the ordinary, to the realm of the inarticulate and mundane.
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#17. There was no point in tears outliving eyes, so she let them fall.
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#18. Coming back from the dead is not quite the same as coming back to life.
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#19. If we can accept the laws of the universe, the ebb and flow of joy and tragedy, then we have everything we need to embrace our true freedom.
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#20. But what are we looking for?"
"You'll know when you find it.
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#21. Emotions embarassed her except when she sang. My dad said that was exactly why she sang.
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#22. I walked out and breathed fresh air. I felt the sun on my skin. The world is a different place when you are well, when you are young. The world is beautiful and safe. I said hello to the gatekeeper. He said hello back to me.
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#23. Love. It's the only thing to have faith in ... Or the moon. Soemthing that turns up every day when you cant. The sun. The moon. Anything. You have to have faith in something.
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#24. Memories no matter how small or inconsequential are the pages that define us.
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#25. The creek was hers now and yet she felt nothing. It had been the longest walk of her life for no one was at the end waiting for her. She slept through winter. Missed Christmas and awoke to a New Year. She felt so lost. Until the first bluebells and ramsons colored the green-brown floor of her world.
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#26. You had to translate his actions, for they were seldom accompanied by words, because his world was a quiet world; a disconnected, factured space; a puzzle that made him phone me at 3am, asking me for the last piece of the border, so he could fill in the sky.
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#27. It was left to Nancy and me to pick up the pieces that my brother had become; to resurrect his shrunken spirit and pull his pale tear-stained face from beneath his pillow and give sense to a world that had given him none; he loved, yet he wasn't loved back.
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#28. Do you believe in God, Arthur?" I said, eating the last piece of sponge.
"Do I believe in an old man in the clouds with a white beard judging us mortals with a moral code from one to ten? Good Lord no, my sweet Elly, I do not!
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#29. Marvellous blossomed, having quite forgotten what an exciting and necessary jolt being needed gave.
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#30. We were all quiet for so long after, touched by the magnitude of it all. This is what we are connected to. What we are all connected to. When the lights go out, so do we.
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#31. Things happen. To everyone. No one escapes.
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#32. So, thought Peace, there was a wall around his heart and she wondered whether she should hoist up her skirt and scale that wall, but she knew she didn't have the right shoes on for that sort of climb because hers were too sensible for a man like Drake.
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#33. No atheists at sea, Drake. When the waves are the size of mountains even the godless kneel.
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#34. It was the final chapter of his breakdown, the moment when his glass drained of everything, and its emptiness awaited only for choices to come.
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#35. My father believed it was a cancerous lump, not because my mother was genetically prone to such a thing, but because he was looking out for the saboteur of his wonderful life.
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#36. You have to risk failure to become excellent.
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#37. Popularity, my dear, is as overrated as a large member.
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#38. I wondered if all women did with other women was lie and hug.
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#39. I divide my life into two parts. Not really a Before and After, more as if they are bookends, holding together flaccid years of empty musings, years of late adolescent or the twentysomething whose coat of adulthood simply does not fit.
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#40. The choir sang and the old man sang and Drake couldn't sing, and suddenly he began to cry because of the music, because of the sound of the boys' voices, because of what they might turn into.
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#41. I was never in any danger," she said calmly. "Nothing can ever hurt me. Nothing can take me from me.
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#42. And he uncovered in us a curious need: that we each secretly wanted him to remember us the most. It was strange, both vital and flawed, until I realised that maybe the need to be remembered is stronger than the need to remember.
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#43. You can hold onto anything to make you carry on.
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#44. He said it was as if she punctured his skin and entered his veins and swan directly to his heart.
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#45. His excitement was the taper that ignited our sluggish souls.
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#46. We were solitary and apart. Slept during the day, uncurled at dusk like evening primroses; fragrant and lush. We never wanted to conquer the world, only our fears. We didn't keep in touch. Somewhere, though, our memories had.
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#47. Shut up, Arthur,' said my mother, and he zipped his mouth shut like an infuriating child.
Ginger started to laugh. Not at anything in particular, but just because Ginger was stoned.
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#48. No amount of self-sufficiency could dispel the craving he still felt for that person we no longer talked about; that person who'd taken him apart and left a piece missing that none of us could find.
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#49. You're a Doer, my love. That's why God made you so big. So you could do everything yourself. Girls like you don't quit til you're dead. That should be a comfort.
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#50. Everyone had a story of grief. Everyone else's was worse than yours.
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#51. You said I could be anything I wanted when I was older', I said.
She smiled and said, 'And you can be. But it's not very easy to become Jewish.'
'I know,' I said forlornly, 'I need a number.'
And she suddenly stopped smiling.
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#52. I just want my friend back, I have become forgettable
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#53. I'm going to run away," she said.
"Where to?"
"Atlantis," she said.
"Where's that?"
"No one really knows where it is," she said. "But I'll find it and then I'll go and then they'll worry.
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#54. Don't worry. It'll all come good in the end. Always does.
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