There was I, devouring books and yet allowing a man who had never read a book to walk me home for a… — Edna O'Brien Book Copy Share Image
“You are never out of my mind. I feel the cold more than I used to and this house is big,” — Edna O'Brien Cold Copy Share Image
“is the unseen guest at every table, the silent listener to every conversation”—her mother thereby inferring that she too would be the… — Edna O'Brien Communication 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… — Edna O'Brien Children Copy Share Image
To live with the work and the letters of James Joyce was an enormous privilege and a daunting education. Yes, I came… — Edna O'Brien Admire Copy Share Image
“That was Gabriel. I’d wronged him and he paid me back. I’d been told that he was going with another girl when… — Edna O'Brien Two friends Copy Share Image
“The punch was getting to them, their faces redder and small tiffs between couples,” — Edna O'Brien Copy Share Image
Writing is the product of a deeply disturbed psyche, and by no means therapeutic. — Edna O'Brien Disturbed Copy Share Image
It was the first time that I came face to face with madness and feared it and was fascinated by it. — Edna O'Brien Face to face Copy Share Image
fear is a dreadful drawback because it stops us living in the moment. — Edna O'Brien Drawbacks Copy Share Image
“Her little treasures. Each item reminding her of someone or of something.” — Edna O'Brien Copy Share Image
In a way Winter is the real Spring - the time when the inner things happen, the resurgence of nature. — Edna O'Brien Flower Copy Share Image
There was always a real reason for everything - why spoons tarnished, and jam furred, and people declined into God, or drink,… — Edna O'Brien Cards Copy Share Image
“a stony road, hard on the feet. I would beg for us to sit down but you discouraged it, knowing that sitting… — Edna O'Brien Discipline Copy Share Image
“I would not leave a mother alone in her plight. They described how she had kept the news of my brother’s death… — Edna O'Brien Death 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 Beautiful Copy Share Image
“I don’t call it hate . . . I call it an awakening . . . you were the girl I chose, pure, loyal, untainted, an exemplary wife,… — Edna O'Brien Awakening Copy Share Image
“They have decided to chance it, the healer’s farm being only twenty miles off the main road and in her now, gusts… — Edna O'Brien Hope Copy Share Image
“Their eyes meet and part, each staring into the forlorn space, a shaft of disappointment, he because he is unable to help… — Edna O'Brien Forlorn Copy Share Image
