And whatever my life had been up to that day, it was another life after that. And that is the gospel truth. — Sebastian Barry Copy Share Image
“It is worthless talking about what we have been spared by death. Death grins at that I am sure. Death of all… — Sebastian Barry Copy Share Image
“Terrible, dreepy, dark February weather I remember, and the worst, most frightened days of my life.” — Sebastian Barry Copy Share Image
It is always worth itemising happiness, there is so much of the other thing in a life, you had better put down… — Sebastian Barry Copy Share Image
“History needs to be mightily inventive about human life because bare life is an accusation against man's dominion of the earth.” — Sebastian Barry Copy Share Image
“We have neglected the tiny sentences of life and now the big ones are beyond our reach.” — Sebastian Barry Copy Share Image
“In those strange days when if anything unexpected could happen it probably would.” — Sebastian Barry Copy Share Image
It is very difficult to be a hero without an audience, although, in a sense, we are each the hero of a… — Sebastian Barry Copy Share Image
“Now yet again I discover I do not have the language, the lingo, to talk to her about this, or about anything.… — Sebastian Barry Copy Share Image
I thought if I was going to live a life in this land I was accidentally born on, I must people it;… — Sebastian Barry Copy Share Image
“For myself, hand on heart, those things never bothered me. It is one of the graces of married life that for some… — Sebastian Barry Copy Share Image
“And all those boys of Europe born in those times, and thereabouts those times, Russian, French, Belgian, Serbian, Irish, English, Scottish, Welsh,… — Sebastian Barry Copy Share Image
“It is always worth itemizing happiness, there is so much of the other thing in a life, you had better put down… — Sebastian Barry Copy Share Image
“The years return us gradually to the afflictions and shames of childhood, it is a curiosity of existence.” — Sebastian Barry Copy Share Image
“He was merely floating there in the room, insubstantial, a living man in the midst of life, dying imperceptibly on his feet,… — Sebastian Barry Copy Share Image
“There are moments when I am pierced through by an inexplicable joy, as if, in having nothing, I have the world.” — Sebastian Barry Copy Share Image
“As I do not seem able much to heal, then maybe I can simply be a responsible witness to the miracle of the ordinary… — Sebastian Barry Copy Share Image
“In the darkness as we lie side by side John Cole's left hand snakes over under the sheets and takes a hold of my… — Sebastian Barry Copy Share Image
“His people had hogs there till the bottom fell out of hogs. The bottom was always falling out of something in America far as… — Sebastian Barry Copy Share Image
“Spring comes into Massachusetts with her famous flame. God’s breath warming the winter out of things” — Sebastian Barry Copy Share Image
And whatever my life had been up to that day, it was another life after that. And that is the gospel truth. — Sebastian Barry Copy Share Image
“The knives opened the flesh like they were painting paintings of a new country, sheer plains of dark land, with the red rivers bursting… — Sebastian Barry Copy Share Image
“I suppose therefore God is the connoisseur of filthied hearts and souls, and can see the old, the first pattern in them, and cherish… — Sebastian Barry Copy Share Image
“There is a craziness in it all that betokens a kind of delicious freedom. Notions are cast off. If only for a moment. They… — Sebastian Barry Copy Share Image
He loved telling stories. He had been everywhere in the world. The northwest frontier, the landscape of the Hindu Kush, was one of the… — Sebastian Barry Copy Share Image
“Our smiles mostly for each other, and every stranger a possible demon or bear, till they proved otherwise” — Sebastian Barry Copy Share Image
“It is always worth itemizing happiness, there is so much of the other thing in a life, you had better put down the markers… — Sebastian Barry Copy Share Image
“I wonder if I were to have an X-ray at the little hospital, would the machine see my grief? Is it like rust, arheum… — Sebastian Barry Copy Share Image
