She could see that to lose a sibling was hard: it could only seem unnatural:out of time, out of order, a vicious re-run of your own departure into nothingness. Fay Weldon More Quotes by Fay Weldon More Quotes From Fay Weldon People fail you, children disappoint you, thieves break in, moths corrupt, but an Order of the British Empire goes on for ever. Fay Weldon order children people Yet this perhaps is what love does, or the memory of it; it sucks the life from the living, glorying body and leaves it, when love has gone, a shred, a simulacrum - dross, to be swept up from the factory floor, pitiful and dusty, useless... Do all men and women feel love before they die? This force, this source of light, that lies before the sun; glances off mountains and lakes, blinding and dazzling, on a Sunday afternoon; so brilliant you have to guard your soul, fold your arms to shield your heart from the very memory of it. Fay Weldon heart memories lying What makes women happy? Nothing, for more than ten minutes at a time, so stop worrying. Fay Weldon stop-worrying minutes worry You will find that women who are pregnant often don't want to be and women who aren't desperately envy those who are. Labour wards are always full of very punitive people. Fay Weldon envy want people There is probably an innate masochism in a lot of women that ends up disappointed if men don't ill-treat them. Fay Weldon treats ends men The prophets of doom, in my experience, are generally ignored and usually right. Fay Weldon pessimism ignored prophet memory is so selective; wishful thinking presses it into service all the time. Fay Weldon selective memories thinking I have never got on with the quietist movements: they lapse too easily into self-congratulations: I have found the oneness, you have not. I prefer to look outside myself if I possibly can, not inside. Meditation reminds me too forcibly of being made to lie on a mat at nursery school and take an hour's nap. Fay Weldon congratulations lying school Writers are always a great nuisance to publishers. If they could do without them, they would. Fay Weldon nuisance publishers ifs Of course you have to believe in destiny; that everything is sheer chance is an intolerable notion. Fay Weldon destiny chance believe Prudence says one thing, desire says another, and I'd rather go with desire any time. Fay Weldon prudence one-thing desire If you wake up in the morning with a great sense of the things that have to be done in the day in order to get through to the next day, you lose the sense of the day as any kind of end in itself. Fay Weldon next-day morning order There was no such thing as defeat if you didn't accept it. Fay Weldon perseverance defeat accepting Another thing that seems quite helpful to the creative process is having babies. It does not detract at all from one's creativity. It reminds one that there is always more where that came from and there is never any shortage of ideas or of the ability to create. The process of being pregnant and then of having the baby and getting up in the night only puts one more in touch with this fecund part of one's self. Fay Weldon creativity baby night Confidence is something one acquires. It can come early or late but it is impossible to write without it. Mine came late. Fay Weldon confidence impossible writing I like the dry-cleaners. I like the sense of refreshment and renewal. I like the way dirty old torn clothes are dumped, to be returned clean and wholesome in their slippery transparent cases. Better than confesssion any day. Here there is a true sense of rebirth, redemption, salvation. Fay Weldon redemption clothes dirty Every time you open your wardrobe, you look at your clothes and you wonder what you are going to wear. What you are really saying is 'Who am I going to be today? Fay Weldon clothes today looks Nowadays most people wear black most of the time anyway: go to a literary party and one would imagine everyone there was in perpetual mourning for their lives. Fay Weldon clothes party people To the happy all things come: happiness can even bring the dead back to life. It is our resentments, our dreariness, our hate and envy, unrecognized by us, which keeps us miserable. Yet these things are in our heads, not out of our hands; we own them. We can throw them out if we choose. Fay Weldon hate happiness hands If infinity is as they describe it, all things are not just possible but in the end certain. Fay Weldon infinity eternity ends
