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Rachel Joyce QUOTES

Rachel Joyce QUOTES

1 " But maybe it's what the world needs. A little less sense, and a little more faith. "

― Rachel Joyce , The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry (Harold Fry, #1)

2 " The fact was, it was safer to stay uninvolved. He was perfectly fine with emotions, so long as they belonged to other people. Oh, he tried relationships after Peg's death, for a while he really tried, but he couldn't bear to get closed ... [it was easier] to disconnect from that part of life and turn his back on love altogether.Easier to find what he needed in music. "

― Rachel Joyce , The Music Shop

3 " That was why Peg loved the Messiah best of all. Because it showed people they were not alone. No matter about their differences, the music lifted them up and lowered them down, only to raise them even higher. It worked like a spell. "

― Rachel Joyce , The Music Shop

4 " Jazz was about the spaces between notes. It was about what happened when you listened to the thing inside you. The gaps and the cracks. Because that was where life really happened, when you were brave enough to free-fall. "

― Rachel Joyce , The Music Shop

5 " Silently he had moved within her until deep inside she opened like a flower. "

― Rachel Joyce , A Snow Garden and Other Stories

6 " The regrets about all she had let go flooded her. Where had all that enterprise gone? All that energy? Why had she never traveled? Or had more sex when she could? She had bleached and annihilated every waking moment of the last twenty years. Anything, rather than feel. "

― Rachel Joyce , The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry (Harold Fry, #1)

7 " All in all, I'd heard people do a lot of things with words. I'd heard them not say what they meant and I'd seen them not do what they said, but I'd never met a person who could speak so simply and still convey so much. "

― Rachel Joyce

8 " There was a patient who sat with her family in a circle around her, all holding hands. Sister Philomena asked if they would like to join her for prayers and they said yes, they would. They closed their eyes as Sister Philomena whispered the words and I thought this must be the nearest humans get to whatever God is, when they hold hands and listen. "

― Rachel Joyce

9 " I miss her all the time. I know in my head that she has gone. The only difference is that I am getting used to the pain. It's like discovering a great hole in the ground. To begin with, you forget it's there and keep falling in. After a while, it's still there, but you learn to walk round it. "

― Rachel Joyce , The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry (Harold Fry, #1)

10 " Mrs. Sussex said Byron’s loss would grow more bearable. But here was the nub: he didn’t want to lose his loss. Loss was all he had left of his mother. If time healed the gap, it would be as if she’d never been there. "

― Rachel Joyce , Perfect

11 " Sometimes caring for something already growing is more perilous than planting something new. "

― Rachel Joyce

12 " Sometimes you cannot clear the past completely. You must live alongside your sorrow. "

― Rachel Joyce , The Love Song of Miss Queenie Hennessy (Harold Fry, #2)

13 " The people he met, the places he passed, were all steps in his journey, and he kept a place inside his heart for each of them. "

― Rachel Joyce , The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry (Harold Fry, #1)

14 " If I just keep putting one foot in front of the other, it stands to reason that I'm going to get there. "

― Rachel Joyce , The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry (Harold Fry, #1)

15 " You don't get to a place by constantly moving, even if your journey is only one of sitting still and waiting. Every once in a while you have to stop in your tracks and admire the view, a small cloud and a tree outside your window. You have to see what you did not see before. And then you have to sleep. "

― Rachel Joyce , The Love Song of Miss Queenie Hennessy (Harold Fry, #2)

16 " It was a perfect spring day. The air was sweet and gentle and the sky stretched high, an intense blue. Harold was certain that the last time he had peered through the net drapes of Fossebridge Road (his home), the trees and hedges were dark bones and spindles against the skyline; yet now that he was out, and on his feet, it was as if everywhere he looked, the fields, gardens, trees, and hedgerows and exploded with growth. A canopy of sticky young leaves clung to the branches above him. There were startling yellow clouds of forsythia, trails of purple aubrietia; a young willow shook in a fountain of silver. The first of the potato shoots fingered through the soil, and already tiny buds hung from the gooseberry and currant shrubs like the earrings Maureen used to wear. The abundance of new life was enough to make him giddy. "

― Rachel Joyce , The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry (Harold Fry, #1)

17 " If we can't accept what we don't know, there really is no hope. "

― Rachel Joyce , The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry (Harold Fry, #1)

18 " Harold believed his journey was truly beginning. He had thought it started the moment he decided to walk to Berwick, but he saw now that he had been naïve. Beginnings could happen more than once, or in different ways. You could think you were starting something afresh, when actually what you were doing was carrying on as before. He had faced his shortcomings and overcame them, and so the real business of walking was happening only now. "

― Rachel Joyce , The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry (Harold Fry, #1)

19 " He saw the reflection of her face in a compact mirror as she painted on her re lips. She did it with such care, he had felt she was trapping something behind the colour.

She had touched life, played with it a little, bit it was a slippery bugger,and finally we must close the door, and leave it behind. "

― Rachel Joyce

20 " Jim looks out the car window with his nose pressed to the glass. Sometimes he pretends to be asleep. Not because he is tired, but because he needs to be quiet. "

― Rachel Joyce , Perfect