“And maybe, although it was a thing you could hardly bear to think about, like death or your last judgment, maybe he would be the last one ever and he would walk away now and it would only be a question of waiting for it all to end and hoping for better things in the next world. But that was silly, it was never too late.” DespairWaiting For True LoveBetter Things Book:The Lonely Passion of Judith Hearne Source: The Lonely Passion of Judith Hearne
“We had not written or phoned or called or even sent a lousy card. We were young: we had our troubles. If there is a hell it should be for selfishness.” HellSelfishness Book:I Am Mary Dunne Source: I Am Mary Dunne
“What could he be thinking of? He seemed to be trying to remember something, perhaps an engagement, perhaps an excuse to leave her. For eventually, they all made some excuse.” LonelinessInsecurityJilted Book:The Lonely Passion of Judith Hearne Source: The Lonely Passion of Judith Hearne
“And the bell jangled, the driver started. The bus whirled off, to the last stop, the lonely room, the lonely night.” LonelinessLonelyBus Book:The Lonely Passion of Judith Hearne Source: The Lonely Passion of Judith Hearne
“The Protestants don't believe in Britain and the Catholics don't believe in God. And none of us believes in the future.” BeliefProtestantsCatholics Book:The Doctor's Wife Source: The Doctor's Wife
“He was a horrid-looking fellow. Fat as a pig he was, and his face was the colour of cottage cheese. His collar was unbuttoned and his silk tie was spotted with egg stain. His stomach stuck out like a sagging pillow and his little thin legs fell away under it to end in torn felt slippers. He was all bristly blond jowls, tiny puffy hands and long blond curly hair, like some monstrous baby swelled to man size.” Fat ManBernard Book:The Lonely Passion of Judith Hearne Source: The Lonely Passion of Judith Hearne
“I am, always have been, a fool who rushes in, a blurter-out of awkward truths, a speaker-up at parties who, the morning after, filled with guilt, vows that never again, no matter what, but who, faced at the very next encounter with someone whose opinions strike me as unfair, rushes in again, blurting out, breaking all vows.” GuiltBlabbermouthBlurting Out Book:I Am Mary Dunne Source: I Am Mary Dunne