Sarah Waters Quotes
And perhaps there is a limit to the grieving that the human heart can do. As when one adds salt to a tumbler of water, there comes a point where simply no more will be absorbed.
Being in love, you know... it's not like having a canary, in a cage. When you lose one sweetheart, you can't just go out and get another to replace her.
I knew Id always be a second-rate academic, and I thought, Well, Id rather be a second-rate novelist or even a third-rate one.
Why do gentlemen's voices carry so clearly, when women's are so easily stifled?
I never expected my books to do even as well as they have. I still feel grateful for it, every single day.
With every step I took away from her, the movement at my heart and between my legs grew more defined: I felt like a ventriloquist, locking his protesting dolls in to a trunk.
Your twisting is done--you have the last thread of my heart. I wonder: when the thread grows slack, will you feel it?
For was that all, she thought bleakly, that love ever was? Something that saved one from loneliness? A sort of insurance policy against not counting?
She supposed that houses, after all - like the lives that were lived in them - were mostly made of space. It was the spaces, in fact, which counted, rather than the bricks.
I suppose I really seemed mad, then; but it was only through the awfulness of having said nothing but the truth, and being thought to be deluded.
I've given up reading the papers. Since the world's so obviously bent on killing itself, I decided months ago to sit back and let it.
It was heavy, and I staggered when I lifted it; but it was strangely satifying to have a real burden upon my shoulders – a kind of counterweight to my terrible heaviness of heart.
.. now i begin to feel a longing so great, so sharp, i fear it will never be assuaged. i think it will mount, and mount, and make me mad, or kill me.
What does it say?" I said, when I had. She said, "It is filled with all the words for how I want you...Look.
I used to hate flying. I would sit there, rigid, convinced that if I relaxed, the plane would drop out of the sky.
We have a name for your disease. We call it a hyper-aesthetic one. You have been encouraged to over-indulge yourself in literature; and have inflamed your organs of fancy.
I felt that thread that had come between us, tugging, tugging at my heart—so hard, it hurt me.
She wished for a moment that they were all children again. It still seemed extraordinary to her, that everything had turned out the way it had.
Don't you be thinking, ' she says, 'on things that are done and can't be changed. All right, dear girl? You think of the time to come.
The day had begun to feel tinny: a pretend day, a dream day, that for some unaccountable reason she had to go on and on with as if it were real.
She said that that was the disadvantage of bringing creatures into the house: one grew used to them, and then, one had the upset of their loss.
She closed her eyes and let the rain fall on her face, and after another second, I could not have said what were raindrops, and what tears.
But the more I think it, the more I want her, the more my desire rises and swells.
But it's the simple and the good that are meant to suffer in this world—ain't it, though!
I'm sorry you aren't as brave as you thought you were. But don't punish me because of it.
The vase was placed upon my desk, and there were orange-blossoms in it—orange-blossoms, in an English winter!
She was about to be married, and was frightened to death. And no-one would love her, ever again.
Tricky was a plain-faced man with a very handsome voice - a voice like the sound of a clarinet, at once liquid and penetrating, and lovely to listen to.