113 Quotes by Sarah Hall

It is its absence which defines the importance of a thing.

He told her the flowers in her painting contained exactly the purple substance of the flowers on the desk in front of her [...] Let us open the window and see if your painting can entice the butterflies.

There are stories told to him only at this time of year. Fantastic, magical stories, the old Hollier in the woods finding only three red berries, which peel back in the night to reveal gifts of frankincense, gold and myrrh, Christmas in hot deserts, dust-blown countries, the necklace of tears, and the story of the robin.

You’ve been wondering lately when the moment is that somebody is truly lost to you.

Like a dog defeated in a frenzied circle by its own tail and slowing and realizing then that the tail it was after all along was already its possession

A month in and it seemed to CY that he was an explorer summiting the foothill of an a bizarre and primitive island.

Personal effects: how irrelevant they are, how sad, how lost, how vagrant, without the force that gives them purpose.

The two of you are different now, calmer. There is still sex, occasionally, but is no longer a priority to seduce or be seduced by him.

People went through life like well handled jugs, collecting chips and scrapes and stains from wear and tear, from holding and pouring life.