The Chrysalids Quotes

“So you're in love with her?' she went on.

A word again ... When the minds have learnt to mingle, when no thought is wholly one's own, and each has taken too much of the other ever to be entirely himself alone; when one has reached the beginning of seeing with a single eye, loving with a single heart, enjoying with a single joy; when there can be moments of identity and nothing is separate save bodies that long for one another ... When there is that, where is the word? There is only the inadequacy of the word that exists.

'We love one another,' I said.”
― John Wyndham, The Chrysalids

“I shall pray to God to send charity to this hideous world, and sympathy for the weak, and love for the unhappy and unfortunate. I shall ask Him if is indeed His will that a child should suffer and its soul be damned for a little blemish on the body....And I shall pray Him, too, that the hearts of the self-righteous may be broken... ”
― John Wyndham, The Chrysalids

“Why should I? I've done nothing to be ashamed of. I am not ashamed - I am only beaten”
― John Wyndham, The Chrysalids

“If you run away from a thing just because you don't like it, you don't like what you find either.”
― John Wyndham, The Chrysalids

“There was often a great deal of grown-up fuss that seemed disproportionate to causes.”
― John Wyndham, The Chrysalids

“The essential quality of life is living' the essential quality of living is change; change is evolution; and we are part of it.”
― John Wyndham, The Chrysalids

“And again there are no words.

Words exist that can, used by a poet, achieve a dim monochrome of the body's love, but beyond that they fail clumsily.

My love flowed out to her, hers back to me. Mine stroked and soothed. Hers caressed. The distance - and the difference - between us dwindled and vanished. We could meet, mingle, and blend. Neither one of us existed any more; for a time there was a single being that was both. There was escape from the solitary cell; a brief symbiosis, sharing all the word ...”
― John Wyndham, The Chrysalids

“Sophie dear,' I said. 'Are you in love with him - with this spider-man?'

'Oh, don't call him that - please - we can't any of us help being what we are. His name's Gordon. He's kind to me, David. He's fond of me. You've got to have as little as I have to know how much that means. You've never known loneliness. You can't understand the awful emptiness that's waiting all round us here. I'd have given him babies gladly, if I could. ... I - oh, why do they do that to us? Why didn't they kill me? It would have been kinder than this...'

She sat without a sound. The tears squeezed out from under the closed lids and ran down her face. I took her hand between my own.
I remembered watching. The man with his arm linked in the woman's, the small figure on top of the pack-horse waving back to me as they disappeared into the trees. Myself desolate, a kiss still damp on my
cheek, a lock tied with a yellow ribbon in my hand. I looked at her now, and my heart ached.”
― John Wyndham, The Chrysalids

“The definition of Man recited itself in my head...
And God created man in His own image. And God decreed that man should have one body, one head, two arms and two legs: that each arm should be joined in two places and end in one hand: that each hand should have four fingers and one thumb: that each finger should bear a flat finger-nail...Then God created woman, also, in the same image, but with these differences, according to her nature: her voice would be of higher pitch than man's: she should grow no beard: she should have two breasts...
And any creature that shall seem to be human, but is not formed thus is not human. It is neither man, nor woman. It is a blasphemy against the true image of God, and hateful in the sight of God.”
― John Wyndham, The Chrysalids

“The only sounds in the cave were the hopeless, abandoned sobbing, and plop-plop-plop of the drips.

Petra looked at us, then at the figure on the bed, then at us again, expectantly. When neither of us moved she appeared to decide that the initiative lay with her. She crossed to the bedside and knelt down concernedly beside it. Tentatively she put a hand on the dark hair.

'Don't,' she said. 'Please don't.'

There was a startled catch in the sobbing. A pause, then a brown arm reached out round Petra's shoulders. The sound became a little less desolate ... it no longer tore at one's heart: but it left it
bruised and aching..”
― John Wyndham, The Chrysalids

“Wszedł ojciec.
- Złapali ich. Całą trójkę – powiedział do inspektora i spojrzał na mnie z odrazą.
Inspektor natychmiast wstał i wyszli razem. Wpatrywałem się w zamknięte drzwi. Ból samonagany przenikną mnie tak, że cały się zatrząsałem. Słyszałem własne jęki i łzy spływały mi po policzkach. Usiłowałem je powstrzymać, ale nie mogłem. Zapomniałem o bolących plecach. Udręka wieści, którą przyniósł ojciec, była o wiele bardziej bolesna. Czułem taki ucisk w piersiach, że się dusiłem.”
― John Wyndham, The Chrysalids