Brighton Quotes

“I didn’t grow up with powers, but I’ve been a brother for eighteen years. No fire burns brighter than that.”
― Adam Silvera, Infinity Son

“The Brighton air used of old to make plain girls pretty and pretty girls prettier still - I don't know whether it works the spell now.

("Sir Edmund Orme")”
― Henry James

“When you're depressed you retreat and you go into a smaller world. This is why Brighton worked well for the story, because it's a smaller world than London.”
― Sara Sheridan

“Lately Mirabelle had reflected wistfully if people even noticed her – a smartly dressed woman who came and went along the Promenade, always alone.”
― Sara Sheridan, London Calling

“I sat down on the arm of my father's empty chair, thinking of sea-view flats in Brighton, of southern girls called Anna or Sophie, and of a misplaced sense of filial duty now half redundant.”
― David Peace, Nineteen Seventy-Four

“It was so difficult to dress appropriately when the seasons changed – the British weather was the nothing if not erratic. Spring was the worst – freezing in Brighton this morning and then practically tropical in Knightsbridge in the afternoon.”
― Sara Sheridan, Brighton Belle

“When she first moved to Brighton, the flat on the Lawns had felt luxurious and it had seemed as if she was settling down, sleeping in the same bed every night, the darkness uninterrupted by any hint of emergency. It had felt as if all her difficulties were over.”
― Sara Sheridan, Operation Goodwood

“She leaves the coffee shop and walks down to the seafront, standing staring for a long time at the burnt-out remains of West Pier, derelict, rusting, but somehow still beautiful, looking like there may be life left in its broken remains yet, that it could magically be reborn from its own devastation, bigger and better than ever.”
― Nigel Jay Cooper, Beat the Rain: A dark, twisting 'fall out of love' story with an epic end you won’t see coming

“So this is goodbye?' In spite of her efforts, her voice shook.
They walked to the bottom of the road and turned back up again before he said, 'Yes, Anna, this is goodbye. Promise me you'll be very careful.'
She raised her face to his. 'If this is goodbye, may I ask you something?'
'Anything, my infant.'
'I want you to kiss me - properly.'
He gave a gasp of laughter. 'But that would be very improper.'
She grasped his lapels. 'Please...'
Giles darted a look around. The road was empty of people. He pulled her a few steps further along to a doorway. There he stood and looked at her intently. She gazed hopefully up into his green eyes.”
― Beth Elliott, The Rake's Challenge

“The car pulls into busy Brighton. Its Friday night and 11pm is considered early. We see people enjoying life, on the way from their prinks to a club or even the one or other couple snogging in a dark corner between the houses. Life goes on. It is as almost nothing has changed although for us everything has changed.”
― Ryan Gelpke, Nietzsche’s Birthday Party: A Short Story Collection

“On the question of Worthing versus Brighton, I am totally with Oscar Wilde in his preference for Worthing. Brighton always felt to me to have a scratchy unfriendly energy, whereas Worthing has a wonderfully dark, but inviting spiritual energy. In Worthing, when wandering around drunk on scotch I always expected to meet friendly ghosts, whereas in Brighton I always expected to encounter politically motivated scratchy people. I always preferred the friendly locals.”
― Jack Freestone