Walk the Blue Fields: 'Pure magic.' Colm Tóibín

by Claire Keegan

Any time promises are made in public, people cry.

Why is tenderness so much more disabling than injury?

He has never understood the human compulsion for conversation: people, when they speak, say useless things that seldom if ever improve their lives. Their words make them sad. Why can’t they stop talking and embrace each other?

To be an adult was, for the greatest part, to be in darkness.

The greatest lesson the priest had taught her was the lesson of where one step can lead.

February turned into a March of many weathers.

For most of the time people crazy or sober were stumbling in the dark, reaching with outstretched hands for something they didn’t even know they wanted.