79 Quotes by Maggie O'Farrell

What redemption there is in being loved: we are always our best selves when loved by another. Nothing can replace this.

She must, I see now, have come in here for a break from the Sturm und Drang going on in the apartment. Funny how you realise that only after you become a parent yourself.

What is the word, Judith asks her mother, for someone who was a twin but is no longer a twin?

She has always cried such enormous tears, like heavy pearls, quite at odds with the slightness of her frame.

Her feet moved over the earth with confidence and grace.

He is momentarily filled with a kind of pity for his son. What a task lies ahead of him: to learn literally everything.

She hates the way the people part to let them past and then, behind them, regroup, erasing their passage, as if it were nothing, as if it never were.

You might find it a restless, verdant, inconstant sight: the wind caresses, ruffles, disturbs the mass of leaves; each tree answers to the weather’s ministrations at a slightly different tempo from its neighbour, bending and shuddering and tossing its branches, as if trying to get away from the air, from the very soil that nourishes.

That you had more hidden away inside you than anyone else she’d ever met.