...people liking you or not liking you is an accident and is to do with them and not you. That goes for… — Edna O'Brien Copy Share Image
Cities, in many ways, are the best repositories for a love affair. You are in a forest or a cornfield, you are… — Edna O'Brien Copy Share Image
“I cannot be certain what I would have said. I knew that there was something sad and faintly distasteful about love's ending,… — Edna O'Brien Copy Share Image
“But we want young men. Romance. Love and things," I said, despondently.” — Edna O'Brien Copy Share Image
shadows of love, inebriations of love, foretastes of love, trickles of love, but never yet the one true love. — Edna O'Brien Copy Share Image
She said the reason that love is so painful is that it always amounts to two people wanting more than two people… — Edna O'Brien Copy Share Image
I have some women friends but I prefer men. Dont trust women. There is a built-in competition between women. — Edna O'Brien Copy Share Image
“It is impossible to capture the essence of love in writing, only its symptoms remain, the erotic absorption, the huge disparity between… — Edna O'Brien Copy Share Image
“remember love is all bull, the only true love is that between mother and child.” — Edna O'Brien Copy Share Image
“I had not the heart to tell her that great love stories told of the pain and separateness between men and women.” — Edna O'Brien Copy Share Image
When you fall in love, it is spring no matter when. Leaves falling make no difference, they are from another season. — Edna O'Brien Copy Share Image
“I cannot be certain what I would have said. I knew that there was something sad and faintly distasteful about love's ending,… — Edna O'Brien Copy Share Image
I was lonelier than I should be, for a woman in love, or half in love. — Edna O'Brien Copy Share Image
I knew I had done something awful. I had killed love, before I even knew the enormity of what love meant. — Edna O'Brien Copy Share Image
“She had eloped in a trance, in haste, her docility a mask, a thousand hers revolting within herself and toward him. Yet… — Edna O'Brien Copy Share Image
Love . . . is like nature, but in reverse; first it fruits, then it flowers, then it seems to wither, then… — Edna O'Brien Copy Share Image
... a country encapsulates our childhood and those lanes, byres, fields, flowers, insects, suns, moons and stars are forever reoccurring. — Edna O'Brien Copy Share Image
I crossed the room, and what you did was to feel my hair over and over again and in different ways, touch it, with… — Edna O'Brien Copy Share Image
Ordinary life bypassed me, but I also bypassed it. It couldn't have been any other way.Conventional life and conventional people are not for me. — Edna O'Brien Copy Share Image
History is said to be written by the victors. Fiction, by contrast, is largely the work of injured bystanders. — Edna O'Brien Copy Share Image
“A healer! The beauty of the word a balm. In a mounting astonishment she hears how this man heals with his own blood, pricks… — Edna O'Brien Copy Share Image
“If I could feel like myself I’d thank God but I don’t feel and never will.” — Edna O'Brien Copy Share Image
...people liking you or not liking you is an accident and is to do with them and not you. That goes for love too,… — Edna O'Brien Copy Share Image
