Carol Wyer > Quotes

“Smile while you still have teeth.”
― Carol Wyer

“They are clearly talking about me. One of them is right. I don't want to be pretty. I don't want to look nice. I know what happens to pretty girls.”
― Carol Wyer, Little Girl Lost

“Ross threw her a look. ‘Don’t you dare say anything. I have a marathon to run in a few weeks and I”
― Carol E. Wyer, Little Girl Lost

“DCI William Chase,”
― Carol Wyer, An Eye for an Eye

“Night, my handsome little prince,’ she whispered and tiptoed out of the nursery she had so carefully prepared for the birth of her baby, with soft toys all lined up at the head of the cot and a large white toy box in the corner, Alfie’s name spelt out in large letters on it. The heartbeat continued, strong and comforting –a protective force like a mother’s love.”
― Carol Wyer, Last Lullaby

“She had to get help. She had to save her baby. With the flat of her hand she searched for her mobile in vain, patting the bedside table in desperation, before the horrific recollection that her phone was downstairs in her handbag.”
― Carol Wyer, Last Lullaby

“clumsiness on the erratic swaying of the outdated train, rather than the wine she’d drunk, or the little white pills”
― Carol Wyer, An Eye for an Eye

“got engaged. After they married and moved out of”
― Carol Wyer, Last Lullaby

“You did an outstanding job. You’re one of the best we have.’ ‘Then heaven help us all,’ she replied, and without a further word, walked back inside.”
― Carol Wyer, An Eye for an Eye

“Kate had always been a planner. It had come from her childhood spent alone with her policeman father, one in which she ran the house and their lives because his job gave him little time to handle housework or cooking, and what time they had he wanted to spend with his daughter. As an adult, she’d still write out shopping lists on a magnetic pad affixed to the fridge, adding to the list daily to ensure nothing would be forgotten. Before the advent of GPS, she would plan a journey or trip in a notebook with military precision, working out arrival times or stops along the way, and when it came to work, no one was more methodical than Kate Young. Chris was the yin to her yang, with a devil-may-care attitude and a zest for spontaneity. They balanced each other: he lifting her from too solemn an outlook on life, and she grounding him whenever he had a wild whim to do something so utterly crazy it bordered on foolhardy. Her world was full of order. Some found her too serious-minded and were irritated by her attitude. Others, like William Chase, praised her for it. It got results.”
― Carol Wyer, An Eye for an Eye

“You have great instincts. Don't ever give up on yourself. Those of us who know you best haven't, so don't you.”
― Carol Wyer, Little Girl Lost

“You okay, guv?’ asked Morgan. ‘Sure.’ ‘You were mumbling to yourself.’ ‘Just chucking about some ideas. Sometimes it helps to vocalise them.’ ‘Yeah. Right.’ Morgan tore his gaze away from her and fired up the engine. She needed to be more prudent. She couldn’t afford to have her own officers doubting her sanity.”
― Carol Wyer, An Eye for an Eye

“If you weren’t a detective, aware of protocol or how the system works, what would you do if you found yourself in the same situation? Would you think logically and present yourself at the station, or would you act on instinct, race to a safe haven, like home, and dispose of anything and everything that reminded you of what had happened to you? In these situations, reason and thoughts of catching the person often fly out of the window. A victim doesn’t want to discuss it with family and friends, let alone the police. They might, like me, feel self-loathing, disgust and shame – so much shame. I know exactly how that feels, Kate. You don’t think anyone will believe you. You wonder what you’ve done to deserve it. You hate the person who’s done it to you and, most of all, you hate yourself. Reason doesn’t come into it – self-preservation does. You act without thought to protect your mind. You pretend it hasn’t happened, and if that means burning your clothes or washing them and then throwing them away, you’ll do it. Treat this woman with respect and compassion. She’s probably horribly confused by what’s happened. She might even doubt it actually took place. Be kind. I know you will be. You were to me. You helped me even though I pushed you away. You were patient and caring when I needed it most, even though I didn’t understand I needed it. Remember that and it’ll help you understand what this woman is going through.”
― Carol Wyer, An Eye for an Eye

“lugubrious”
― Carol Wyer, Somebody’s Daughter

“In the small train bathroom,”
― Carol Wyer, An Eye for an Eye

“She threw back her head, chin high, and sighed dramatically. ‘She does like you. You make it so difficult. Every time she asks you something, you behave like a sulky schoolboy who doesn’t know the answer to a question.”
― Carol Wyer, Last Lullaby

“the”
― Carol Wyer, An Eye for an Eye

“discombobulated,”
― Carol Wyer, An Eye for an Eye

“Hear me out. He deliberately had the case transferred to London so it was out of your hands and away from your patch so you couldn’t find out what was going on. He claimed you weren’t up to the task when we both know you were. Then, in March, he took you along to a meeting in Birmingham by train, not only by train but upgraded you to first class. He knew what he was doing. He waited for you to screw up, used it to send you on leave and then insisted you return before the three months was up.’ ‘He wants me to screw up again, doesn’t he?’ ‘That would be my take on this, and why would he want that?’ ‘It might be because I tried to get some answers about the Euston incident.’ ‘Might be?’ ‘It’s most likely because I’d been asking questions, digging into the case.’ ‘Exactly.”
― Carol Wyer, An Eye for an Eye

“and”
― Carol Wyer, An Eye for an Eye

“motorist who had almost killed him. Then he cursed himself and the cans of beer that”
― Carol Wyer, The Chosen Ones

“She’d spent much of her younger life fielding jibes and taunts, and learning to make quick retorts.”
― Carol Wyer, The Birthday

“Any death is tragic, especially for those left behind.”
― Carol Wyer, Little Girl Lost

“suffered an unfortunate”
― Carol E. Wyer, Little Girl Lost

“stuck with the birthday party on her day off. He’d messed up the work rota and 25-year-old Donna, who should have been in charge today, had managed to get time off to visit her sick gran. Elsa snorted. Sick gran. She wasn’t born yesterday. Single Donna and the very much married Alistair Fulcher were obviously having an affair. She’d spotted the secretive looks between them in the office. Why else had Alistair suddenly announced he had to go to Nottingham, leaving Elsa in charge of everything that day?”
― Carol Wyer, The Birthday

“All the problems followed us home and we never switched off. It drove a wedge between us.”
― Carol Wyer, The Birthday

“only”
― Carol Wyer, A Cut for a Cut

“finished”
― Carol Wyer, A Life For a Life

“Lady Gaga began to sing about being in the shallow.”
― Carol Wyer, Somebody’s Daughter

“explanations. Either you didn’t see Adam”
― Carol Wyer, Last Lullaby