The idea that what had happened could be erased, that the burden that was on her now could be lifted, that the past could be restored and could make its way effortlessly into a painless present.
In this waking time his presence, once so solid, lacked any substance or form; it was merely a shadow at the edge of every moment of the day and night.
For a while she was quietly resigned to the prospect that nothing would change, but she did not know what the consequences would be, or what form they would take.
People shouting that if he could heal the sick and make the crippled walk and the blind see, then he could raise the dead.
I have,’ Georgina said. ‘I go home once a year to see my mam. It’s a lot of suffering for a week. By the time I’ve recovered I have to go back. But I love seeing them all. We’re not getting any younge...
Henry wondered, too, what life would have had for her and how her exquisite faculty of challenge could have dealt with a world which would inevitably attempt to confine her. His consolation was that a...
Could we move around the world staying in nice hotels, just we three, and writing letters home when some very witty remark is made by one of us? Alice asked. Could we do this forever?
Solitude is good in the evening. Dublin is a quiet city when you get to a certain age, when your friends settle down and have kids. Nothing much happens here.
Wind
Though
In skies of deepening blue
You never know what way life goes. Some of it makes no sense at all.
We walk among them sometimes, the ones who have left us. They are filled with something that none of us knows yet. It is a mystery.
That was not even ten years ago, it might have been six or seven years ago, and if anyone had told her that she would be standing here now listening to this song and all the things that had happened b...
She would learn how to spend these hours. In the peace of these winter evenings, she would work out how she was going to live.
She thought it was strange that the mere sensation of savouring the prospect of something could make her think for a while that is must be the prospect of home.
It was like the arrival of night when you knew that you would never see anything in daylight again.
It occurred to her that he had thought more closely about her over the previous few years than she had about him. She wondered if that could be true. She knew that how she felt affected him, and now,...
In the morning, she was not sure that she had slept as much as lived a set of vivid dreams, letting them linger so that she would not have to open her eyes and see the room.
In future, she hoped, fewer people would call. In future, once the boys went to bed, she might have the house to herself more often. She would learn how to spend these hours. In the peace of these win...