The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry (Harold Fry, #1) QUOTES

2 " 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)

4 " 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)

6 " 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)

8 " 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)

10 " ...People would make the decisions they wished to make and some of them would hurt both themselves and those who loved them, and some would pass unnoticed, while others would bring joy. "

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

12 " Now that he had accepted the slowness of himself, he took pleasure in the distance he covered. "

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

14 " Again he felt in a profound way that he was both inside and outside what he saw; that he was bith connected, and passing through. Harold began to understand that this was also the truth about his walk. He was both a part of things, and not. "

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

16 " As time passed and he found his rhythm, he began to feel more certain. England opened up beneath his feet, and the feeling of freedom, of pushing into the unknown, was so exhilarating he had to smile. "

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

18 " People were buying milk, or filling their cars with petrol, or even posting letters. And what no one else knew was the appalling weight of the thing they were carrying inside. The superhuman effort it took sometimes to be normal, and a part of things that appeared both easy and everyday. The loneliness of that. "

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

20 " The world was made up of people putting one foot in front of the other; and a life might appear ordinary simply because the person living it had been doing so for a long time. "

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