Top 35 Maggie O'connell Quotes
#1. Why isn't life better designed so it warns you when terrible things are about to happen?
Maggie O'Farrell
#2. The previous day and the day yet to come hang in a balance, each waiting for the other to make a move.
Maggie O'Farrell
#3. Listen. The trees in this story are stirring, trembling, readjusting themselves. A breeze is coming in gusts off the sea, and it is almost as if the trees know, in their restlessness, in their head-tossing impatience, that something is about to happen.
Maggie O'Farrell
#4. So maybe he'd teach me, train me, and I would fall a little more in love with him every day and then he'd leave anyway. Or maybe not. Either way, I'd take it, though. I'd take him for as long as I could get him and worry about the rest when it came.
Christine O'Neil
#5. Do you think, Daniel," she said to him, rolling over onto her back so that she was able to look out of the window while she spoke, "that we might have reached the end of our story?
Maggie O'Farrell
#6. Her grandmother keeps announcing that Esme will never find a husband if she doesn't change her ways. Yesterday, when she said it at breakfast, Esme replied "Good" and was sent to finish her meal in the kitchen.
Maggie O'Farrell
#7. We are all, Esme decides, just vessels through which identities pass: we are lent features, gestures, habits, then we hand them on. Nothing is our own. We begin in the world as anagrams of our antecedents.
Maggie O'Farrell
#8. This is what Lilly loves about London, that every building, street, common and square, has had different uses, that everything was once spomething else, that the present, was once the past ammended
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#9. Never chase a man, her mother had told her. No good will come of it.
Maggie O'Farrell
#10. The dress bunched up like loose skin round her neck. It wouldn't behave, wouldn't act as if it was really hers. Wearing it was like being in a three legged race with someone you didn't like.
Maggie O'Farrell
#11. The thing is, being lonely is like walking in the cold without a coat. It's uncomfortable, but eventually you go numb. Once you get used to not being lonely, though, the shock of going back is like having your down comforter yanked off at six o'clock on a Minnesota December morning.
Maggie Hall
#12. What redemption there is in being loved: we are always our best selves when loved by another. Nothing can replace this.
Maggie O'Farrell
#13. You young people are always so obsessed with truth. The truth is often overrated.
Maggie O'Farrell
#14. Had she been too hard on her as a girl? Was that why she'd grown up so fearful, somehow, so reluctant to make her way in the world?
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#15. She hadn't ever wanted children and yet she had. She had and she did
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#16. If she was liquid, she would drink her; if she was a gas, she would breathe her; if she was a pill, she would down her'; if she was a dress, she would wear her; a plate, she would lick her clean.
Maggie O'Farrell
#17. Mainly, she lived. She got on with the small acts of life. She continued to ensure that - in the phrase she always used inside her own head - she got away with it. No one found her out.
Maggie O'Farrell
#18. She has spent most of the day reading and is feeling rather out of touch with reality, as if her own life has become insubstantial in the face of the fiction she's been absorbed in.
Maggie O'Farrell
#19. ... one of those terrifying rows where suddenly an end you never thought would come rears up in front of you, like a cliff edge you weren't aware of.
Maggie O'Farrell
#20. She sits there and feels the loneliness and the lack of him
Maggie O'Farrell
#21. She doesn't like sitting about, no matter what is wrong in life. It does you good to have something ahead of you, regardless how small.
Maggie O'Farrell
#22. She walks slowly. She wants to feel the prick, the push of every bit of gravel under her shoe. She wants to feel every scratch, every discomfort of this ... her leaving walk.
Maggie O'Farrell
#23. to having his own way, to people jumping when he called, jump. Lexie
Maggie O'Farrell
#24. She liked the way his smile took a long time to arrive and just as long to leave.
Maggie O'Farrell
#25. That's because they're of the past. All photos of the past look melancholy and wistful precisely because they capture something that's gone.
Maggie O'Farrell
#26. Two and a half thousand left-handed people are killed every year using things made for right-handed people.
Maggie O'Farrell
#27. What are you supposed to do with all the love you have for somebody if that person is no longer there? What happens to all that leftover love? Do you suppress it? Do you ignore it? Are you supposed to give it to someone else?
Maggie O'Farrell
#28. Gretta sits herself down at the table. Robert has arranged everything she needs: a plate, a knife, a bowl with a spoon, a pat of butter, a jar of jam. It is in such small acts of kindness that people know they are loved.
Maggie O'Farrell
#29. He is momentarily filled with a kind of pity for his son. What a task lies ahead of him: to learn literally everything.
Maggie O'Farrell
#30. Why is it that twenty-four hours in the company of your family is capable of reducing you to a teenager?
Maggie O'Farrell
#31. It is a terrible thing to want something you cannot have. It takes you over. I couldn't think straight because of it. There was no one else, I realized, whom I could possibly tell.
Maggie O'Farrell
#33. It was always the meaningless tasks that endure: the washing, the cooing, the clearing, the cleaning. Never anything majestic or significant, just the tiny rituals that hold together the seams of human life.
Maggie O'Farrell
#34. another growl at his back. Then she looked again at the typescript
Maggie O'Farrell
#35. Edinburgh suited Ann; she liked the tall, dignified buildings of grey stone, the short days that sank into street-lamped evenings at five o'clock, and the dual personality of the city's main street, which on one side had glittering shops and on the other the green sweep of Princes Street Gardens.
Maggie O'Farrell
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