Rosamunde Pilcher > Quotes

“It was good, and nothing good is truly lost. It stays part of a person, becomes part of their character. So part of you goes everywhere with me. And part of me is yours, forever”
― Rosamunde Pilcher, The Shell Seekers

“She remembered him smiling, and realized that time, that great old healer, had finally accomplished its work, and now, across the years, the face of love no longer stirred up agonies of grief and bitterness. Rather, one was left feeling simply grateful. For how unimaginably empty the past would be without him to remember.”
― Rosamunde Pilcher, The Shell Seekers

“She believed, of course ... because without something to believe in, life would be intolerable.”
― Rosamunde Pilcher, The Shell Seekers

“It was good and nothing good is ever lost.”
― Rosamunde Pilcher, The Shell Seekers

“...Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room. Nothing has happened. Everything remains exactly as it was. I am I, and you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged. Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. Call me by the old familiar name. Speak of me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference in your tone. Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word it always was. Let it be spoken without effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was. There is absolute and unbroken continuity. What is this death but a negligible accident? Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner. All is well.”
― Rosamunde Pilcher, September

“Marriage isn't a love affair. It isn't even a honeymoon. It's a job. A long hard job, at which both partners have to work, harder than they've worked at anything in their lives before. If it's a good marriage, it changes, it evolves, but it does on getting better. I've seen it with my own mother and father. But a bad marriage can dissolve in a welter of resentment and acrimony. I've seen that, too, in my own miserable and disastrous attempt at making another person happy. And it's never one person's fault. It's the sum total of a thousand little irritations, disagreements, idiotic details that in a sound alliance would simply be disregarded, or forgotten in the healing act of making love. Divorce isn't a cure, it's a surgical operation, even if there are no children to consider.”
― Rosamunde Pilcher, Wild Mountain Thyme

“Things happen they way they're meant to. There's a pattern and a shape to everything...Nothing happens without a reason...Nothing is impossible...(Page 180).”
― Rosamunde Pilcher

“It is better to travel hopefully than to arrive. Arrival often brings nothing but a sense of desolation and disappointment.”
― Rosamunde Pilcher

“She put out her hand and touched his forearm, as she would have touched some piece of porcelain or sculpture, just for the sheer animal pleasure of feeling its shape and curve beneath her fingertips.”
― Rosamunde Pilcher, The Shell Seekers

“She appeared to be ageless the type that would continue, unchanging, until she was an old woman when she would suddenly become senile and die”
― Rosamunde Pilcher, The Empty House

“Grief is a funny thing because you don't have to carry it with you for the rest of your life. After a bit you set it down by the roadside and walk on and leave it.”
― Rosamunde Pilcher, September

“Other people's houses were always fascinating. As soon as you went through the door for the first time, you got the feel of the atmosphere, and so discovered something about the personalities of the people who lived there.”
― Rosamunde Pilcher, Coming Home

“I wasn't good enough. I had a little talent but not enough. There is nothing more discouraging than having just a little talent.”
― Rosamunde Pilcher, Wild Mountain Thyme

“Happiness is making the most of what you have, and riches is making the most of what you've got.”
― Rosamunde Pilcher, The Shell Seekers

“And the wicked thing is, that when we're really upset, we always take it out on the people who are closest and whom we love the most.”
― Rosamunde Pilcher, Winter Solstice

“Beyond the pain, life continues to be sweet. The basics are still there. Beauty, food and friendship, reservoirs of love and understanding. Later, possibly not yet, you are going to need others who will encourage you to make new beginnings. Welcome them. They will help you move on, to cherish happy memories and confront the painful ones with more than bitterness and anger.”
― Rosamunde Pilcher, Winter Solstice

“I'm getting too elderly to travel the length of the country for a free hangover.”
― Rosamunde Pilcher, Wild Mountain Thyme

“Not his real name, darling, but my own name for him. I never thought it could be like this. I never thought one could be so close, and yet so different to a single human being. He is everything I've never been, and yet I love him more than any person or anything I've ever known.”
― Rosamunde Pilcher, Winter Solstice

“For he was drinking too much. Not uncontrollably nor offensively, but still he seldom seemed to have a glass out of his hand.”
― Rosamunde Pilcher, Wild Mountain Thyme

“It was better not to get too close to another person. The closer you got, the more likely you were to get hurt.”
― Rosamunde Pilcher, Winter Solstice

“She yawned and stretched, and settled back again on her pillows and thought how perfect it would be if sleep could not only restore one but iron out all anxieties in the same process, so that one could wake with a totally clear and untroubled mind, as smooth and empty as a beach, washed and ironed by the outgoing tide.”
― Rosamunde Pilcher, Coming Home

“He's threatening to breed polo ponies, but he's always been a man of great ideas, but little action, so I don't suppose he will.”
― Rosamunde Pilcher, Wild Mountain Thyme

“Oscar and I are very close, and yet I know that part of him is still withdrawn, even from me. As though part of him was still in another place. Another country. Journeying, perhaps. Or in exile. Across the sea. And I can't be with him, because I haven't got the right sort of passport.”
― Rosamunde Pilcher, Winter Solstice