What The Wind Knows Quotes
"Ah, do not mourn," he said, "That we are tired, for other loves await us; Hate on and love through unrepining hours."
"We turn memories into stories, and if we don’t, we lose them. If the stories are gone, then the people are gone too."
"Write all your words, Annie. Write them and give them somewhere to go."
"There are some paths that inevitably lead to heartache, some acts that steal men’s souls."
"Remembering is good," he agreed, but the words came out with a grimace.
"The wind is howling like the hound of Culann," Eoin murmured.
"You’re beautiful. Smart. Rich. And you did it all by yourself."
"But you don’t have a life beyond your books. You don’t have love."
"Faeries, come take me out of this dull world, For I would ride with you upon the wind, Run on the top of the disheveled tide, And dance upon the mountains like a flame."
"I would but find what’s there to find, Love or deceit."
"It’s quieter in Dromahair than in Dublin, but we still feel it here."
"We fight the British with flaming balls of shit and homemade grenades."
"I’ve cried a great deal lately. But this time, they were tears of joy."
"You are so different, Anne. I hardly know you."
"You have loved him so well. He is so beautiful, Brigid. Thank you for all you have done."
"I don’t know what to tell them, Anne."
"The whole country is under immense strain, yet there is an odd hopefulness mixed with the fear."
"It’s as if all of Ireland is coming awake and our eyes are fixed on the same horizon."
"You are kind to her, to Brigid," Thomas remarked one day.
"I knew I shouldn’t leave. I could feel it the whole time I was gone."
"Liam says she isn’t Anne. He’s lost his mind."
"I am no longer haunted by Anne but enchanted."
"I am of Ireland, and the Holy Land of Ireland, and time runs on," cried she.
"I can’t protect you from a threat I don’t understand."
"History really doesn’t do them justice. It doesn’t do any of you justice."
"I’m afraid Liam and Ben will harm Anne. I can’t allow that."
"I don’t have a house, Eoin. And my mother is with the angels."
"History had already unfolded and pointed the finger of blame."
"In every transition from war to peace or peace to war, there is chaos and confusion."
"If all men loved their wives the way I love Anne, we would be a useless lot. Or maybe the world would know peace."
"Don’t go near the water, love. Stay away from strand or sea. You cannot walk on water, love; the lough will take you far from me."
"I thought this journal was lost in the lough. I don’t understand."
"Maybe it’s a different one. It’s not. I know this book... I know that poem."
"My pictures had survived the lough. The journal too. But I had not. We had not."
"The road, narrow and rutted, was more suited to a horse and a buggy than a convoy."
"He lay crumpled, facedown in the middle of the road, a yawning hole at the base of his skull."
"Night had fallen, and the Big Fella was gone."
"They buried him today in Glasnevin, and I was there among the mourners."
"She smiled and that transfigured me And left me but a lout, Maundering here, and maundering there, Emptier of thought Than the heavenly circuit of its stars When the moon sails out."
"I couldn’t tell her it had been in mid-January of 1922."
"There are too many lost souls in Ireland because of politics. I’m going to hold on to what’s left of mine."
"I’m not twelve years old anymore, and you are not the lady of this house."
"The world has gone mad, Anne. Mad. It’s upside down, and we are all holding on for dear life."
"The shower is delightful for a variety of reasons. But apparently there is a limit to the hot-water supply."
"I’ve asked if I can pick my character’s name, and she agreed."
"Eoin is very present. He’s in the wind. I can’t explain it, but I have no doubt he’s here."