In our deepest moments we say the most inadequate things.
Edna O'BrienTag: emotion comment depth inadequacy
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I crossed the room, and what you did was to feel my hair over and over again and in different ways, touch it, with the palm of your hand... felt it, strands of hair, with your fingers, touched it as if it were cloth, the way a child touches its favorite surfaces.
Edna O'BrienTag: 1932-irish-writer
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Life, after all, was a secret with the self. The more one gave out, the less there remained for the center--that center which she coveted for herself and recognized instantly in others. Fruits had it, the very heart of, say, a cherry, where the true worth and flavor lay. Some of course were flawed or hollow in there. Many, in fact.
Edna O'BrienThe vote means nothing to women. We should be armed.
Edna O'BrienWhen anyone asks me about the Irish character, I say look at the trees. Maimed, stark and misshapen, but ferociously tenacious.
Edna O'Brien...people liking you or not liking you is an accident and is to do with them and not you. That goes for love too, only more so.
Edna O'BrienTag: love
Writers are always anxious, always on the run--from the telephone, from responsibilities, from the distractions of the world.
Edna O'BrienTag: writing
We all leave one another. We die, we change - it's mostly change - we outgrow our best friends; but even if I do leave you, I will have passed on to you something of myself; you will be a different person because of knowing me; it's inescapable...
Edna O'BrienShe said the reason that love is so painful is that it always amounts to two people wanting more than two people can give.
Edna O'BrienCities, in many ways, are the best repositories for a love affair. You are in a forest or a cornfield, you are walking by the seashore, footprint after footprint of trodden sand, and somehow the kiss or the spoken covenant gets lost in the vastness and indifference of nature. In a city there are places to remind us of what has been.
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