Roma Tearne > Quotes

“Once you have been tortured, you can never belong in this world. There is no place that ever be your home.”
― Roma Tearne, Mosquito

“Grey has no agenda. . . . Grey has the ability, that no other colour has, to make the invisible visible.”
― Roma Tearne, Mosquito

“It is important for women to do something about what they see.”
― Roma Tearne, Mosquito

“...there are places that don't belong to geography but to time.”
― Roma Tearne, Mosquito

“Has there ever been a country that, once colonized, avoided civil war?”
― Roma Tearne, Mosquito

“Some say art is our highest form of hope. . . . Perhaps it's our only hope.”
― Roma Tearne, Mosquito

“It is impossible not to make mistakes during a war.”
― Roma Tearne, Mosquito

“An unknown passer-by had seen a young priest running away, a thin smear of saffron in the night. If a Buddhist monk had really been involved Sunil knew it would be bad for everyone. It would take one single gesture, he thought, on furious shaven head, for centuries of lotus flowers to be wiped out forever.”
― Roma Tearne, Bone China

“Now there are no priests or philosophers left, artists are the most important people in the world.”
― Roma Tearne, Mosquito

“He saw what no one else did: that a mantle of despair was settling like fine grey dust on the distant island, clogging the air, blotting out its brilliance and choking its people. And, as the dense rain-forests turned slowly into pockets of ruins, and the last remnants of peace began to vanish, it seemed to those who loved the place that the dazzling colours of paradise would never be seen again.”
― Roma Tearne, Bone China

“She did not want it. She took from it only the barest crumb. There is nothing of me left, she had said candidly, lifting her small face towards him. Not wishing to deceive him, not once, not even for a moment.”
― Roma Tearne, Bone China

“Our land was always tired,’ he had said, stroking her hair, lulling her to sleep, his voice husky.”
― Roma Tearne, Bone China

“His hands belonged to her now. It was an unplanned passion, swift and carefree, carrying with it the last glow of youth.”
― Roma Tearne, Bone China