Chris Womersley > Quotes

“To survive one tragedy was to learn you cannot survive them all, and this knowledge was both a freedom and a great loss.”
― Chris Womersley, Bereft

“Stories are rarely only stories”
― Chris Womersley, Bereft

“When everything else is in ruins, family is all we have. And God, of course.”
― Chris Womersley, Bereft

“False assurances were certainly more harmful than none at all.”
― Chris Womersley, Bereft

“After all, the girl actually had faith in something, which was more than most people had in these dark times. It was wrong to destroy it.”
― Chris Womersley, Bereft

“We adapt to our sorrows, I suppose, as unpleasant as they might be. One cannot weep forever. One simply runs dry of tears.”
― Chris Womersley, Bereft

“A story is a wondrous invention.”
― Chris Womersley, Bereft

“love for one’s child, she thought, was forever braided with an intense fear of his loss. It was an inescapable fact that the birth of a child meant disquiet for the mother.”
― Chris Womersley, City of Crows

“I know how tragic it can be to fall for the wrong person. The pain that person can inflict on you when you imagine what it would be like to be with them, the ways you could complement each other. The future you might have together.”
― Chris Womersley, Cairo

“The only purpose of a corpse was to display the boundaries of life. - Charlotte Picot”
― Chris Womersley, City of Crows

“She tucked an apostrophe of hair back from her eyes.”
― Chris Womersley, Bereft: a novel

“Like a bizarre spider unaccustomed to its surfeit of appendages, four drunken soldiers lurched arm in arm down the passage.”
― Chris Womersley, Bereft: a novel

“It was easy to imagine the beginning of time here, but also, perhaps, its end.”
― Chris Womersley, Bereft

“One's child is always one's child no matter what age they might be. You worry when your child makes a noise, when he doesn't. It's a terrible kind of love. Terrible.”
― Chris Womersley, Bereft

“To be imprisoned is to spend all one’s time longing for the life one can no longer experience. - Adam Lesage”
― Chris Womersley, City of Crows

“His smile, he knew, was now lopsided and somewhat sinister, as if one half of him were amused while the other unimpressed by the same joke.”
― Chris Womersley, Bereft: a novel

“To feel nothing, to know nothing, to be nothing, to have nothing. No wonder man invented heaven.”
― Chris Womersley, Bereft