102 Quotes by Rachel Joyce

He looks at me gently, with you eyes, and he says, simply, '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.

Sometimes caring for something already growing is more perilous than planting something new.

Harold believed his journey was truly beginning. He had thought it started the moment he decided to walk to Berwick, but he saw now that he had been naïve. Beginnings could happen more than once, or in different ways. You could think you were starting something afresh, when actually what you were doing was carrying on as before. He had faced his shortcomings and overcame them, and so the real business of walking was happening only now.

... Margery took in that view and got the strangest sense that everything she wanted was ahead and available, so long as she was brave enough to claim it.

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

Frank is a ghost that is permanently waiting, if not directly in her eyeline, then just on the periphery. Not that she has ever told anyone. Why would she? He is her skin and bone, he is her secret. He always was.

I still remember the winter sky that evening. Whenever I worked in my sea garden and I saw a sunset like that, I'd think back to Bantham Beach. It was as if the sun had been torn open. Everything was scarlet. The clouds were flames, so wild and vibrant that blue didn't look like a color anymore. The sea and land served as a mirror. The ribbed sand was on fire. So were the stones and maroon rock pools. The pink crests of the waves. The burning hump of Burgh Island.

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

Things don't so much end as disappear. They don't so much begin as turn up. You think there will be a time to say goodbye, but people have often gone before you know about it. And I don't just mean the dying.