Sarah Winman Quotes

You can hold onto anything to make you carry on. ~ Sarah Winman

We love who we love, don't we? ~ Sarah Winman

I was never in any danger," she said calmly. "Nothing can ever hurt me. Nothing can take me from me. ~ Sarah Winman

I was used to waiting for her. As a child I'd waited for hel all the time, but it never annoyed me because I didn't have the one thing that unfailingly stole hours from her life. 'Sorry I'm late' she used to say. 'It was my hair again. And she spoke of it as if it was an affliction like asthma or a limp or a problem heart, one that slowed her down ~ Sarah Winman

He said it was as if she punctured his skin and entered his veins and swan directly to his heart. ~ Sarah Winman

It would be as if the sun itself rose every morning on that wall, showering the silence of their mealtimes with the shifting emotion of light. ~ Sarah Winman

My father believed it was a cancerous lump, not because my mother was genetically prone to such a thing, but because he was looking out for the saboteur of his wonderful life. ~ Sarah Winman

You're a Doer, my love. That's why God made you so big. So you could do everything yourself. Girls like you don't quit til you're dead. That should be a comfort. ~ Sarah Winman

Love just enough. What's enough? Enough to hold. When it hurts, you're loving too much. Just enough to hold. Anything more than a handful and you're in trouble. ~ Sarah Winman

So, thought Peace, there was a wall around his heart and she wondered whether she should hoist up her skirt and scale that wall, but she knew she didn't have the right shoes on for that sort of climb because hers were too sensible for a man like Drake. ~ Sarah Winman

There's something about first love, isn't there? she said. It's untouchable to those who played no part in it. But it's the measure of all that follows. ~ Sarah Winman

[My mum] was always like that: grateful for life itself. Her glass was not only half full, it was gold plated with a permanent refill. ~ Sarah Winman

The principles of catching rumours were, in fact, similar to the principals of catching dreams, but because rumour was weightier, the catcher had to be positioned closer to the ground. Rumour flew low, dreams flew high, and somewhere in between were prayers. ~ Sarah Winman

I thought that probably I was worth more when I was younger. ~ Sarah Winman

I'd been feeling like this for a while, the continual looking back, the stuckness of it all. I blamed it on the coming New Year, only four and a half months away, when the clocks would read zero and we would start again, could start again, but I knew we wouldn't. Nothing would. The world would be the same, just a little bit worse. ~ Sarah Winman

And I wonder what the sound of a heart breaking might be. And I think it might be quiet, unperceptively so, and not dramatic at all. Like the sound of an exhausted swallow falling gently to earth. ~ Sarah Winman

We were the centre of that liquid universe, for we were the night sun and we said to ships, do not come too close, we have rocks at our feet. And the crash of waves sent white spray flying, and I am scared and exhilarated and a little bit in love too. ~ Sarah Winman

I walked out and breathed fresh air. I felt the sun on my skin. The world is a different place when you are well, when you are young. The world is beautiful and safe. I said hello to the gatekeeper. He said hello back to me. ~ Sarah Winman

Those left behind prayed constantly for peace but prayers came back with Return to Sender stamped all over them. Only the roll call of the dead grew. ~ Sarah Winman

She trekked back across the meadow and down through the trees in possession of the oldest secret known to man. She sat on the mooring stone and surrendered immediately to the down of night. She hadn't slept long before she suddenly jolted awake. Thought she had heard the sweet call of a lark ascending. Unaware that it was actually the sound of her soul awakening. ~ Sarah Winman

I pulled the blanket around my shoulders. The sky was dark and vast and empty and not even a plane disturbed that sullen stillness, not even a star. The emptiness above was now mine within. It was a part of me, like a freckle, like a bruise. Like a middle name now one acknowledged. ~ Sarah Winman

Memories no matter how small or inconsequential are the pages that define us. ~ Sarah Winman

Think about it, I said. We all had to come out of the dark to sing. ~ Sarah Winman

No atheists at sea, Drake. When the waves are the size of mountains even the godless kneel. ~ Sarah Winman

I wrote about ... my childhood, when dreams were small and attainable for all. When sweets were a penny and god was a rabbit. ~ Sarah Winman

I divide my life into two parts. Not really a Before and After, more as if they are bookends, holding together flaccid years of empty musings, years of late adolescent or the twentysomething whose coat of adulthood simply does not fit. ~ Sarah Winman

..And now look. Life changes in ways we can never imagine. Walls come down and people are free. You wait, she says. ~ Sarah Winman

The first thing we need to find,' said Mr Golan, 'is a reason to live'.
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'Without a reason, why bother? Existence needs purpose: to be able to endure the pain of life with dignity; to give us a reason to continue. The meaning must enter our hearts, not out heads. We must understand the meaning of our suffering. ~ Sarah Winman

It was the final chapter of his breakdown, the moment when his glass drained of everything, and its emptiness awaited only for choices to come. ~ Sarah Winman

But when she had entered the gallery room, the storm shutters around her heart flew open and she knew immediately that this was the life she wanted: Freedom. Possibility. Beauty. ~ Sarah Winman

There was no point in tears outliving eyes, so she let them fall. ~ Sarah Winman

I haven't cried. But sometimes I feel as if my veins are leaking, as if my body is overwhelmed, as if I'm drowning from the inside. ~ Sarah Winman

Don't worry. It'll all come good in the end. Always does. ~ Sarah Winman

And my father went back into the forest and chopped down a tree. The sound of the trunk fracturing and splintering and falling to earth was the sound his heart would have made, could it speak. ~ Sarah Winman

Things happen. To everyone. No one escapes. ~ Sarah Winman

I'm broken by my need for others. By the erotic dance of memory that pounces when loneliness falls. ~ Sarah Winman

Love. It's the only thing to have faith in ... Or the moon. Soemthing that turns up every day when you cant. The sun. The moon. Anything. You have to have faith in something. ~ Sarah Winman

The choir sang and the old man sang and Drake couldn't sing, and suddenly he began to cry because of the music, because of the sound of the boys' voices, because of what they might turn into. ~ Sarah Winman

Emotions embarassed her except when she sang. My dad said that was exactly why she sang. ~ Sarah Winman

But it was my humanness that led me to seek, that's all. Led us all to seek. A simple need to belong somewhere. ~ Sarah Winman

I just want my friend back, I have become forgettable ~ Sarah Winman

I said to him that just because you can't remember, doesn't mean the past isn't out there. All those precious moments are still there somewhere. ~ Sarah Winman

never stop playing ~ Sarah Winman

We haven't got to the Sunflowers yet, said Michael.
No, we haven't, she said. You're right. OK, so Vincent hoped to set up an artists' studio down there in the South because he was keen to have friends and like-minded people around him.
I think he was probably lonely, said Michael. What with the ear thing and the darkness.
I think he was, too, said Dora. 1888 was the year, and he was waiting for another artist to join him, a man called Paul Gauguin. People say that, in all probability, he painted the Sunflowers as decoration for Gaugain'S room. Did lots of versions of them too, not just this. It's a lovely thought, though, isn't it? Some people say it's not true but I like to think it is. Painting flowers as a sign of friendship and welcome. Men and boys should be capable of beautiful things.
Never forget that, you two, she said, and she disappeared into the kitchen. ~ Sarah Winman

Truth, as he always said, was overrated, nobody ever won prizes for telling the truth. ~ Sarah Winman

She was of another world; different. But by then, secretly, so was I. ~ Sarah Winman

Everything was real, not perfect. And yet that's what had made it so perfect. ~ Sarah Winman

If we can accept the laws of the universe, the ebb and flow of joy and tragedy, then we have everything we need to embrace our true freedom. ~ Sarah Winman

He started to do that, started to inform me of everything; the inconsequential, the meaningful; conversations that ended in a cul-de-sac of unanswerable rhetoric. i think it was because I knew everything about him, had read it all - the beautiful, the sordid, the all of his book. I had been his editor for 5 years, and now it seemed, had become his editor away from the printed page. ~ Sarah Winman

..How the numbness in my fingertips travelled to my heart and I never even knew it.

I had crushes, I had lovers, I had orgasms. My trilogy of desire, I liked to call it, but I'd no great love after him, not really. Love and sex became separated by a wide river and one the ferryman refused to cross. ~ Sarah Winman

I'm going to run away," she said.
"Where to?"
"Atlantis," she said.
"Where's that?"
"No one really knows where it is," she said. "But I'll find it and then I'll go and then they'll worry. ~ Sarah Winman

You have to risk failure to become excellent. ~ Sarah Winman

Pity you if you thought it was overrated. I would've fucking revelled in it. ~ Sarah Winman

Autumn knocks on the window. I pull back the sliding doors and let it in. Lights from the meat market flicker and car lights streak the gloom. Overhead the pulse of aeroplane wings replaces the stars. The flat is quiet. This is loneliness. ~ Sarah Winman

And he uncovered in us a curious need: that we each secretly wanted him to remember us the most. It was strange, both vital and flawed, until I realised that maybe the need to be remembered is stronger than the need to remember. ~ Sarah Winman

Memories" she said to me "no matter how small or inconsequential, are the papers that define us ~ Sarah Winman

But what are we looking for?"
"You'll know when you find it. ~ Sarah Winman

Popularity, my dear, is as overrated as a large member. ~ Sarah Winman

No amount of self-sufficiency could dispel the craving he still felt for that person we no longer talked about; that person who'd taken him apart and left a piece missing that none of us could find. ~ Sarah Winman

Adam Boyce, are you teasing me?" She hoped her shock sounded feigned enough to not offend him. She'd more than once seen Adam close up after what he perceived as a criticism. "I never tease. ~ Sarah M. Eden

Her eyes widened slightly at the words and she played the last moments of their conservation over in her head. We are in love. He met her gaze, not letting her look away as he spoke. You appear to have missed my meaning. Allow me to repeat myself more plainly. I love you, Alex. ~ Sarah MacLean

A green girl in the woods just kissed me," he announced furiously. "What is wrong with the world? ~ Sarah Rees Brennan

God has a global dream for his daughters and his sons, and it is bigger than our narrow interpretations or small box constructions of "biblical manhood and womanhood" or feminism; ~ Sarah Bessey

Ah come on, these streams of light are not so subtle. All along the ditch, signs of life in sinking puddles! ~ Sarah Harmer

The people who had once dwelled within these lands had not met easy or pleasant ends. She could feel their pain even now, whispering through the stones, rippling through the water. That marsh beast that had snuck up on her last night was the mildest of the horrors here. ~ Sarah J. Maas

The process of falling in love at first sight is as final as it is swift in such a case, but the growth of true friendship may be a lifelong affair. ~ Sarah Orne Jewett

And so of course we won't define 'biblical womanhood' well using a list of chores or a job description, a schedule or income level. After all, healthy God-glorifying homes look as different as the image bearers that entered into the covenant, biblical doesn't mean a baptized version of any culture, ancient or modern.
No, I am a biblical woman because I live and move and have my being in the daily reality of being a follower of Jesus, living in the reality of being loved, in full trust of my Abba. I am a biblical woman because I follow in the footsteps of all the biblical women who cam before me.
Biblical womanhood isn't so different from biblical personhood. Biblical personhood becomes a dead list of rules when it becomes a law to keep. If we have a long list of rules - Put others first! Be generous! Give money! Believe this! Do that! - it's a dead religion from a glorified rule book. ~ Sarah Bessey

Were you in the military?"
"Are you kidding me? I was in high school."
"High school," he said quietly. "You're American. And a civilian?"
"Uh, yes. An American civilian."
"Lovely. A straight answer. Keep it up. Did somebody train you?"
"No, nobody trained me. Unless you count the Rhode Island child welfare and juvenile justice systems. Why?"
Malachi held up his hand and ticked off the reasons with his fingers. "You stole a Guard's weapon. If I'm not mistaken, it belonged to a Gate Guard. Which means you managed to do it on your way into the city. You escaped Amid even after he had you in hand. You slashed his leg in just the right place, preventing him from chasing you. Under extreme duress, injured and cornered, you threw a knife and hit a target-"
"It's not like I hit something vital. ~ Sarah Fine

The Thames Torso murders almost fell into my lap. After deciding to use a real historical crime as the focus for the book, I went to Google and searched for unsolved murders in Victorian London, and they basically popped out at me about halfway down the first results page. ~ Sarah Pinborough

no longer a sort of decadence but, rather, a dictatorship of horror, a programmed genocide of which the Western powers are guilty. This relentless campaign against life is a new, definitive stage in the relentless campaign against God's plan. ~ Robert Sarah

I always look at myself knowing that I will have a certain degree of cognitive distortion. ~ Sarah Silverman

And somewhere in between then and now irony slipped its way into my vocabulary. Laughter became the antidote for guilt. Sacrifice grew to be a Band-Aid for shame. ~ Sarah Kay

Given all that had been done to her and all ~ Sarah J. Maas

Lotus flowers lead harrowing journeys. Their seeds sprout in murky swamp water, thick with dirt and debris and snarls of roots. For a lotus to bloom, she must forge her way through this terrible darkness, avoid being eaten by fish and insects, and keep pressing onward, innately knowing, or at least hoping, that there is sunlight somewhere above the water's surface, if she can only summon the strength to get there. And when she does, she emerges unscathed by her journey and blooms triumphantly. ~ Sarah Jio

Winthrop and his shipmates and their children and their children's children just wrote their own books and pretty much kept their noses in them up until the day God created the Red Sox. ~ Sarah Vowell

It's just that when a woman is kidnapped and forced into agreeing to marriage, she hopes for a bit more... excitement. Than this."
He rolled slowly- maddeningly- to face her, the air between them thickened, and Penelope was instantly aware of their position, scant inches apart, on a warm pallet in a small room in an empty house, beneath the same blanket- which happened to be his greatcoat. And she realized that perhaps she should not have implied that the evening was unexciting.
Because she was not at all certain that she was prepared for it to become any more exciting. "I didn't mean-" She rushed to correct herself.
"Oh, I think you did an excellent job of meaning." The words were low and dark, and suddenly she was not so very sure that she wasn't afraid after all. "I am not stimulating enough for you?"
"Not you..." she was quick to reply. "The whole..." She waved one hand, lifting the greatcoat as she thought better of finishing. "Never mind."
His gaze was on her, intent and unmoving and, while he had not moved, it seemed as though he had grown larger, more looming. As though he had sucked a great deal of air from the room. "How can I make this night more satisfying for you, my lady?"
The soft question sent a thrum of feeling through her... the way the word- satisfying- rolled languid from his tongue set her heart racing and her stomach turning.
It seemed the night was becoming very exciting very quickly.
And everything was moving muc ~ Sarah MacLean

Don't you think that queer? That a common coarse-featured woman might drink morphia and be sent to gaol for it, while I am saved and sent to visit her - and all because I am a lady? ~ Sarah Waters

I was mad about the theatre growing up, really mad. We had a local theatre, the Torch, and I used to usher there. I would see the shows over and over again. ~ Sarah Waters

Yes, they're a little biased there, I agree. Mike smiles at this understatement, knowing as I do that saying they're a little biased in Mudd's favor at the Mudd-family-run Mudd home in Maryland is like saying cheese steaks are kind of associated with Philadelphia. ~ Sarah Vowell

Finally, the lock clicked and she tugged the secret door open. A rotten stench hit her like a fist. She drew away. The boy at her side recoiled, afraid. Sarah fell to her knees. Sarah could not speak, she could only quiver, her fingers covering her eyes, her nose, blocking out the smell ... She sank to her knees again and she screamed at the top of her lungs, she screamed, for her mother, for her father, screamed for Michel. ~ Tatiana De Rosnay

Stop it, she told herself.
There was only so much she could control.
But that was just it. She was trying so hard because she felt so out of control. ~ Sarah Addison Allen

The temple of our purest thoughts is silence. ~ Sarah Josepha Hale

They travel through the heartland, past cold factories and drifty towns, to the old, old mountains slumbering east of Tennessee. ~ Sarah Sullivan

The water gripped her ankles with phantom hands, tugging her down. So she twisted, wrenching her arm free from the guard who held it. And so she pointed. One finger - at the king. Down down down that water wanted to pull her. But Nesta Archeron still pointed at the King of Hybern. A death-promise. A target marked. Hands shoved her into the water's awaiting claws. And Nesta Archeron laughed at the fear that crept into the king's eyes. Just before the water devoured her whole. ~ Sarah J. Maas

Hunt was so bored he honestly thought his brain was going to bleed out his ears. ~ Sarah J. Maas

Nick continued, unable to keep the smug smile form his lips. "Shall I tell you what I would do if I discovered I'd been a royal ass and had lost the only woman I'd ever really wanted?"
Ralston's eyes narrowed on his brother. "I don't imagine I could stop you."
Indeed not," Nick said, "I can tell you I wouldn't be standing in this godforsaken field in this godforsaken cold waiting for that idiot Oxford to shoot at me. I would walk away from this ridiculous, antiquated exercise, and I would find that womand tell her that I was a royal ass. And then I would do whatever it takes to convince her that she should take a chance on me despite my being a royal ass. And once that's done, I would get her, immediatley, to the nearest vicar and get the girl married. And with child. ~ Sarah MacLean

He would bet good money that the Wyrdstone collar was for the king's own son--and he prayed that the prince had died before he'd allowed his father to leash him like a dog. ~ Sarah J. Maas

A cluster of giggling women sat nearby, tittering about how the Crown Prince was gone on holiday to the Sorian coast, and how they wished they could join the prince and his dashing friends, and on and on until Celaena contemplated chucking her spoon at them. ~ Sarah J. Maas

When I came here, it stunned me at first to realize how much what I had thought of as civilization was really just advertising and marketing, incessant urgings to buy, Buy, BUY. from Dead Cat Bounce ~ Sarah Graves

I am lonely here sometimes. I'm like the gate, swinging in the breeze when I long for someone to just secure the latch and stop me from flailing about ~ Sarah Jio