A child lies like a grey pebble on the shore until a certain teacher picks him up and dips him in water, and suddenly you see all the colours and patterns in the dull stone, and it’s marvelous for the… — Elizabeth Hay Copy Share Image
“You see the same plain landscape day after day, and then one day, perhaps it's the play of light or the time of year,… — Elizabeth Hay Copy Share
“What we lose is any sense that life is alive, she thought. The days follow one after the other and everything passes us by.… — Elizabeth Hay Copy Share
“You're brave to have driven all this way." Gwen considered for a moment whether this made her brave. In truth, she was always afraid,… — Elizabeth Hay Copy Share
“Forgiveness, she was thinking, was in some terrible, overeager way, a lack of curiosity. It was a big, powerful hose that washed everything away.… — Elizabeth Hay Copy Share
“Jim enjoyed watching people take sides. It increased the drama and he loved the drama. Yet it worried him too, since he wanted people… — Elizabeth Hay Copy Share
“The phrase that came to her mind was "the long and sudden of I." We go on and on through the long months of… — Elizabeth Hay Copy Share
“Who's to say we can't have many loves and many identities? we can hold more in our heads than we think.” — Elizabeth Hay Copy Share
“Oh Harry," [Gwen] said. "I wish I were a different kind of person." What kind of person, he wanted to know. "Someone," she said… — Elizabeth Hay Copy Share
You stand next to the sea and you're in touch with all your longings and all your losses. — Elizabeth Hay Copy Share
A child lies like a grey pebble on the shore until a certain teacher picks him up and dips him in water, and suddenly… — Elizabeth Hay Copy Share
“You stay loyal to what increasingly disappoints you. It happens all the time.” — Elizabeth Hay Copy Share
“This is the way of long and empty roads: nearly forgotten things surface and singing voices improve.” — Elizabeth Hay Copy Share
And when is it ever convincing, the belief others have in your abilities? You know perfectly well they can't see the mess inside you. — Elizabeth Hay Copy Share
“I usually describe my father as a man given to impenetrable solitude. If I turn the phrase I can apply it to Johnny. Impenetrable… — Elizabeth Hay Copy Share
