Best 3 quotes of Barbara Comyns on MyQuotes

Her face worked in an odd way, like knitting coming undone.

It was Sunday morning, and old people passed me like sad grey waves on their way to church.

Now I lay down on this tree and felt a lonely sadness coming over me in waves. Slow tears ran from my eyes and trickled into my ears. I thought, 'I even cry in a humble, common way, with tears flowing into my ears.' But the humble, common tears had relieved me[...]