Best 22 quotes of Rosie Thomas on MyQuotes

After a lifetime's independence– yes, selfish independence as my daughter would rightly claim – I am terrified of being reduced to childhood once more, to helplessness, to seas of confusion from which the cruel lucid intervals poke up like rock shoals.

Christmas works like glue, it keeps us all sticking together.

Death, when it's right there it doesn't seem too huge and terrible to let into your mind.

I am not afraid of death, which after all can't be far away. What does frighten me, though, is the halfway stage.

Is nothing in life ever straight and clear, the way children see it?

I've grieved enough for his life cut short and for mine for running on for so long with so little in it. It's weakness now, but I suppose I am crying out of a general sense of loss. Maybe I am mourning for the human condition.

Some things I can never forget. I must not. Otherwise what do I have left?

The dead and not-yet dead, we are company all together.

The dead do not harm us, only the alive.

Things don't matter, people do

Try to capture what you can't bear to be without

Wherever you look there is so much loss and folly to contemplate.

Death preserves an ideal.

I am afraid of losing what I have already valued.

I am afraid of reduction. After a lifetime's independence- yes, selfish independence- I am terrified of being reduced to childhood once more, to helplessness, to seas of confusion from which the cruel lucid intervals poke up like rock shoals. I don't want to sit in my chair and be fed, much less do I want to be handed over to medical professionals.

I can only strive for what is important

I need them and they need me to need them

The dead were just the dead, neither awful nor remarkable. History separated out these individuals and preserved their names where others were obilterated for ever.

The harsh world unjustly reserved its most severe punishments for women.

The richness of the whole world reduced to a choice that was not a choice at all, but a sentence.

They had lived and known glory, and then they were ddead. She was alive and they were not, and nothing but a heartbeat separated her from them

When you're young, everything carries a twin charge of novelty and infinite possibility