29 Quotes About Sebastian-barry

My head is already stuffed with grief I suppose like a pomegranate with its red seeds. I can only bleed grief, having no room for more.

My fate, my fate as woeful as my father's, my ridiculous, heartless, funny fate.

Unfathomable. Fathoms. I wonder is that the difficulty, that my memories and my imaginings are lying deeply in the same place? Or one on top of the other like layers of shells and sand in a piece of limestone, so that they have become the same element, and I cannot distinguish one from the other with any ease, unless it is from close, close looking?Which is why I am so afraid to speak to Dr. Grene, lest I give him only imaginings.Imaginings. A nice sort of a word for catastrophe and delusion.

How difficult it is to live.

Some friendships though, even strong and interesting ones, seem to have quite a short term, and cannot be prolonged.

I did not intend to cry out, but as you will see these small actions, associated in most people's minds with the ease and happiness of life, are to me still like knives in my heart to think of.

Little sins of omission that loom large now. You could go mad.

A savage sense entered me, of being of such small account in the world that I wasn't to be helped, that priest and woman and man had put out an edict that I wasn't to be helped, I was to be left to the elements, just as I was, a walking animal, forsaken.Maybe it was then that some part of me leapt away from myself, something fled from my brain, I don't know.

There was nothing to see but in my mind's eye I could see everything, because she had supplied the ancient cinema of this place.