Sheila Connolly > Quotes

“Most people either love or hate old libraries. To some, a room like this--dim, high-ceilinged, dusty, smelling of old paper and crumbling leather--would be oppressive, a place to flee from in search of sun and air. To others, like me, it was a wonderful cave filled with unimaginable treasures and unexpected treats. I always found myself inhaling deeply when I entered the stacks, as if trying to absorb part of them into my bloodstream.”
― Sheila Connolly, Fundraising the Dead

“That was the problem with having a real job: no time to do all the other interesting things in the world.”
― Sheila Connolly, Relatively Dead

“Ar scáth a chéile a mhaireann na daoine. People live in one another’s shadows. —IRISH PROVERB”
― Sheila Connolly, Buried in a Bog

“and down it, and carts”
― Sheila Connolly, Buried in a Bog

“like?” “Sophia?”
― Sheila Connolly, Called Home

“Feeling obscurely reassured, she turned over and fell asleep. Chapter 6 The next morning Maura was awakened by the tapping of rain against the glass sliding doors. It came as a surprise, but Maura realized it shouldn’t have: it must rain all the time in Ireland, to keep all those fields so green. Still, she was glad she’d had a day of sunshine first. If it had stayed cold and grey, like the day she’d arrived, she might have turned tail and run. She lay listening to the sounds: the rain, of course, but also the clinking of pans and plates in the kitchen above, and the young voices as the Keohane children pounded down the hall and out the door. She thought she heard the rumble of a male voice as well—Ellen’s husband? She didn’t want to move, but she knew Ellen would probably be waiting breakfast on her, and surely her landlady had other things to do today. She checked the clock: 8:00. That meant she’d had no more than six hours of sleep, after a long day yesterday. The night before, Jimmy and Mick had offered her a job at the pub. And by the light of day she still thought she wanted it. She could stay longer. It wouldn’t be much of a vacation, working all the time, but she’d never had any vacations anyway, so nothing new there. She wouldn’t be seeing much of Ireland, but she’d never been a fan of touristy things back home in Boston, and she didn’t plan to join groups of gawping tourists here. And she’d get to know some real people. But there were a lot of things that were murky, starting with how long Jimmy”
― Sheila Connolly, Buried in a Bog

“How many people know who John Wanamaker was? Why was the Reading Terminal Market preserved”
― Sheila Connolly, Digging Up History

“That’s the problem with history—we say things are old, but we forget that they keep changing, even while we watch.”
― Sheila Connolly, Digging Up History

“And how do you know that?” Maura demanded, turning to face him.”
― Sheila Connolly, The Lost Traveller

“man,”
― Sheila Connolly, A Late Frost

“her wanted to squeal like a terrified child.”
― Sheila Connolly, Fatal Roots