The Heart in Winter Quotes

“But whatever intimation you get about your life you got to follow it through and follow it through and follow it through because elsewise nothins gonna make sense ever again.”
― Kevin Barry, The Heart in Winter

“Though sometimes in the night it comes and if she can’t always get his voice on account of he had so many she can always fetch up his face and his way of laughing. But she tries not to fall into the drag of the past like the drag of a river because it is so powerful it can take you down. Anyhow the past it shifts around all the time. The past is not fixed and it is not certain and this much she has learned if nothin else. The past it changes all the while every minute you’re still breathing and how in fuck are you supposed to make sense of it all.”
― Kevin Barry, The Heart in Winter

“The clear light of day was a kind of forgiveness.”
― Kevin Barry, The Heart in Winter

“You’re sufferin”
― Kevin Barry, The Heart in Winter

“The light was no more than a mean and taunting reminder of what light could be”
― Kevin Barry, The Heart in Winter

“The deathhauntedness of the Irish brethren was frequently a complication in the working life of Sheriff Stephen Devane. Soaked in an ambience of death from the cradle”
― Kevin Barry, The Heart in Winter

“It was the season of lost souls. The dead were plentiful on the streets of the town. Who would be the next to join them?”
― Kevin Barry, The Heart in Winter

“Do you believe in God the Almighty? No but I’m in discussions with Him. I know that feelin.”
― Kevin Barry, The Heart in Winter

“Now look up yonder. Look up at yonder moon”
― Kevin Barry, The Heart in Winter

“There wasn’t time even for the shallows of sleep.”
― Kevin Barry, The Heart in Winter

“and in his eyes dimly gleaming the lyric poetry of an early grave”
― Kevin Barry, The Heart in Winter

“I do not see any beauty in self-restraint.”
― Kevin Barry, The Heart in Winter

“His noggin end was a tower of screeching bats, as of some haunted West Country moor; his stomach was a failing metropolis; his vision was blurred and flickering. He stumbled and groaned and bounced from the walls. He found his boots if only by the touch and wept his way into them. He staggered to the pisspot and aimed for it out of some remnant delicacy. He relieved himself fully to the roar of oceanic applause. He stood gormlessly then with drained apparatus to hand and tasted the sourness of his life—a melancholic, slave to the infinite sadness, he wondered if he might get through the day without opening his throat. Fuck it, he could try.”
― Kevin Barry, The Heart in Winter

“Love's hard insistences are known even to the deathlorn, and perhaps especially so, with death being no more than the initiation of grief, and grief being no more than the mark of love's inevitable loss.”
― Kevin Barry, The Heart in Winter

“Όπως και να ‘χει, το παρελθόν δεν μένει ποτέ το ίδιο. Δεν είναι κάτι το σταθερό και δεν είναι κάτι το μόνιμο. Το παρελθόν αλλάζει κάθε στιγμή που αναπνέει κι άντε μετά να βγάλεις άκρη.”
― Kevin Barry, The Heart in Winter

“Κατέβαιναν στα ορυχεία και τα ορυχεία ήταν μια κόλαση επί της γης, και συνεπώς η αντίστροφη απόδειξη της ύπαρξης του Θεού.”
― Kevin Barry, The Heart in Winter

“Αν είσαι από αυτούς που τα αφήνουν όλα στον άνεμο, τότε μην παραπονιέσαι έτσι κι ο άνεμος σε πάρει και σε σηκώσει, κι αρχίσει να σε φέρνει σβούρες για πάντα.”
― Kevin Barry, The Heart in Winter

“He considered with sweet sorrow then the blank page of his journal, cursed once more his vocation, and settled to some note-making—”
― Kevin Barry, The Heart in Winter

“misdemeanours incalculable”
― Kevin Barry, The Heart in Winter

“The deathhauntedness of the Irish brethren was frequently a complication in the working life of Sheriff Stephen Devane. Soaked in an ambience of death from the cradle, they believed themselves generally to be on the way out, and sooner rather than later, and thus could be inclined to put aside the niceties of the living realm. Terrible people, born of a terrible nation.”
― Kevin Barry, The Heart in Winter

“... the morning was starkly lit under a migraine - white and vast opening sky.”
― Kevin Barry, The Heart in Winter