jealousy is the direct result of self-betrayal. Edna O'Brien More Quotes by Edna O'Brien More Quotes From Edna O'Brien Promiscuity is the death of love. Edna O'Brien promiscuity What we forgot as children is that our parents are children, also. The child in them has not been satisfied or met or loved, often. Edna O'Brien metsparentchildren There are times when the thing we are seeing changes before our very eyes, and if it is a landscape we praise nature, and if it is celestial we invoke God, but if it is a loved one who defects, we excuse ourselves and say we have to be somewhere and are already late for our next appointment. We do not stay to put pennies over the half-dead eyes. Edna O'Brien landscapeeyehalf She said the reason that love is so painful is that it always amounts to two people wanting more than two people can give. Edna O'Brien love-istwopeople I did not sleep. I never do when I am over-happy, over-unhappy, or in bed with a strange man. Edna O'Brien datingsleepmen Books everywhere. On the shelves and on the small space above the rows of books and all along the floor and under chairs, books that I have read, books that I have not read. Edna O'Brien chairsspacebook In every question and every remark tossed back and forth between lovers who have not played out the last fugue, there is one question and it is this: Is there someone new? Edna O'Brien back-and-forthlastslovers I always want to be in love, always. It's like being a tuning fork. Edna O'Brien forkstuningwant I have always espoused chastity except when one can no longer resist the temptation. Edna O'Brien chastitytemptation Writing is like carrying a fetus. Edna O'Brien fetuswriting Later as the day cools and they have gone in, the cry of the corncrake will carry across those same fields and over the lake to the blue-hazed mountain, such a lonely evening sound to it, like the lonely evening sound of the mothers, saying it is not our fault that we weep so, it is nature's fault that makes us first full, then empty. Edna O'Brien lonelymotherbeautiful After that dark woman you search for someone who will fit into the irregular corners of your heart. Edna O'Brien fitdarkheart I am obsessive, also I am industrious. Besides, the time when you are most alive and most aware is in childhood and one is trying to recapture that heightened awareness. Edna O'Brien childhoodfatherhoodtrying I was lonelier than I should be, for a woman in love, or half in love. Edna O'Brien halfshould I know the mistake I am making. I see the exits in life. Edna O'Brien exitknowsmistake Countries are either mothers or fathers, and engender the emotional bristle secretly reserved for either sire. Edna O'Brien mothercountryfather Recollection is not something that I can summon up, it simply comes and I am the servant of it. Edna O'Brien recollectionservanti-can We hide the truer part of ourselves when we love. Edna O'Brien never forget this moment, the hum of the bee, the saffron threads of the flower, the drawn blinds, nature's assiduousness and human cruelty. Edna O'Brien saffronflowerbees All my life I had feared imprisonment, the nun's cell, the hospital bed, the places where one faced the self without distraction, without the crutches of other people. Edna O'Brien cellsselfpeople
