I find that very appealing: the blurring of the lines between what's funny and what's tragic. And what's ordinary and what's not - the big things in the small things. Rachel Joyce More Quotes by Rachel Joyce More Quotes From Rachel Joyce 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 car loneliness people 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 feet long people 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 differences pain fall But maybe it's what the world needs. A little less sense, and a little more faith. Rachel Joyce littles world needs I've begun to think that we sit far more than we're supposed to...Why else would we have feet? Rachel Joyce feet thinking ... He went under the stars, and the tender light of the moon, when it hung like an eyelash and the tree trunks shone like bones. He walked through wind and weather, and beneath sun-bleached skies. It seemed to Harold that he had been waiting all his life to walk. He no longer knew how far he had come, but only that he was going forward. The pale Cotswold stone became the red brick of Warwickshire, and the land flattened into middle England. Harold reached his hand to his mouth to brush away a fly, and felt a beard growing in thick tufts. Queenie would live. He knew it. Rachel Joyce stars light moon If we don't go mad once in a while, there's no hope. Rachel Joyce no-hope mad ifs The past was the past; there was no escaping your beginnings. Rachel Joyce escaping past 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 overcome them and so the real business of walking was happening only now. Rachel Joyce real overcoming thinking He must have driven this way countless times, and yet he had no memory of the scenery. He must have been so caught up in the day's agenda, and arriving punctually at their destination, that the land beyond the car had been no more than a wash of one green, and a backdrop of one hill. Life was very different when you walked through it. Rachel Joyce car land memories You got up, and you did something. And if trying to find a way when you don't even know you can get there isn't a small miracle; then I don't know what is. Rachel Joyce miracle trying way And it can take a lifetime, a life of many years, to accept the incongruity of things: that a small moment can sit side by side with a big one, and become part of the same. Rachel Joyce small-moments sides years He understood that in walking to atone for the mistakes he had made, it was his journey to accept the strangeness of others. As a passerby, he was in a place where everything, not only the land, was open. People would feel free to talk, and he was free to listen. To carry a little of them as he went. Rachel Joyce land journey mistake If we can't accept what we don't know, there really is no hope. Rachel Joyce no-hope accepting knows ...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 decision hurt people Harold could no longer pass a stranger without acknowledging the truth that everyone was the same, and also unique; and that this was the dilemma of being human. Rachel Joyce being-human stranger unique After the two drinks, she felt warm inside, and slightly indistinct at the edges. Rachel Joyce drink felt two If I just keep putting one foot in front of the other, it stands to reason that I'm going to get there. I've begun to think we sit far more than we're supposed to." He smiled. "Why else would we have feet? Rachel Joyce reason feet thinking There is so much to the human mind we don't understand. But, you see, if you have faith, you can do anything. Rachel Joyce humans have-faith mind Beginnings could happen more than once, or in different ways. Rachel Joyce different-ways different way
