"The Years" Quotes
A sweeping exploration of the lives, loves, and losses of a British family over the course of five decades.
classics | 444 pages | Published in NaN
Quotes
Life is not a series of gig-lamps symmetrically arranged; life is a luminous halo, a semi-transparent envelope surrounding us from the beginning of consciousness to the end.
To look life in the face, always, to look life in the face, and to know it for what it is... at last, to love it for what it is, and then, to put it away.
What is the meaning of life? That was all - a simple question; one that tended to close in on one with years.
For the thousandth time, she asked herself whether she had done right, whether she had done wrong; whether she herself had been right, whether she herself had been wrong; and she concluded, as she concluded every day, that she had been right and she had been wrong.
What does the brain matter compared with the heart?
There were moments of peace, moments of sobriety, moments when she saw her life clearly and calmly, as a whole; when she accepted it, satisfied herself, and knew what she had to do.
She had done it instinctively, feeling that she must make a life for herself, if it were only a life of torture; that she must go through with it, and play her part.
She was now at an age when a woman begins to view her own life with suspicion.
What had she made of her life? What, indeed, did one make of life?
There was a kind of bitterness in her voice which, had he been more alert, might have warned him that she was not quite so simple as she seemed at first sight.
