Finding Grace Quotes

“Grief’s iron grip never weakens. You just become accustomed to its hand around your throat, moving forward but never moving on.”
― Loretta Rothschild, Finding Grace

“When I died, Tom became a widower, a word that needs no further explanation. But there is no word in the English dictionary for a parent who loses a child. They remain the same: a father, a mother, suspended in time. Forever explaining, forever retelling, forever tethered to an indigestible loss.”
― Loretta Rothschild, Finding Grace

“I always think having an ‘obsession’ is just a prettier word for a ‘distraction.”
― Loretta Rothschild, Finding Grace

“But love isn't finite. One doesn't take from the other. It's not a number or an equation. It's an open field, and here he was, charging through it.”
― Loretta Rothschild, Finding Grace

“You just become accustomed to its hand around your throat”
― Loretta Rothschild, Finding Grace

“Whether it’s holiday memories or drunken mistakes or ghosts”
― Loretta Rothschild, Finding Grace

“You can’t boycott grief”
― Loretta Rothschild, Finding Grace

“You say you want to be a mother”
― Loretta Rothschild, Finding Grace

“Both acutely aware that after a certain age, no one ever gets into bed alone. There’s always someone else in the room in some form or another. Whether it’s holiday memories or drunken mistakes or ghosts, the past cannot be rewritten.”
― Loretta Rothschild, Finding Grace

“Why couldn’t it be as simple as melted butter on toast and milky coffee in bed?”
― Loretta Rothschild, Finding Grace

“But love wasn’t measured by its ending. It was every cup of coffee, broken boiler, empty crisp packet, and train ride.”
― Loretta Rothschild, Finding Grace

“When I died”
― Loretta Rothschild, Finding Grace

“grief isn’t an oyster—you can’t swallow it whole.”
― Loretta Rothschild, Finding Grace

“Until Tom watched Grace unpack her clothes”
― Loretta Rothschild, Finding Grace

“Everything was just a click away from the past tense.”
― Loretta Rothschild, Finding Grace

“There is no knack to grief. It’s like the sky—it hangs over everything. Sometimes the sun peeks through the clouds”
― Loretta Rothschild, Finding Grace

“It isn’t your life that flashes before your eyes when you’re about to die. It’s the life you thought you were going to have, just before it’s snatched away from you forever.”
― Loretta Rothschild, Finding Grace

“Why couldn’t it be as simple as melted butter on toast and milky coffee in bed? Why couldn’t they just be mum, dad, and baby?”
― Loretta Rothschild, Finding Grace

“Her suspicion sat there uncomfortably, like droplets of water on cashmere.”
― Loretta Rothschild, Finding Grace

“not the girl who found her husband dead in the bath at thirty-two. You don’t pity me or look at me like a project. I hate fate and star signs and all that bollocks, but I feel like I’m meant to be here with you and Henry—I think I’m falling in love with you.” “Grace, I already fell.”
― Loretta Rothschild, Finding Grace

“When I died, the owner, Angus, filled an entire window with copies of The Ice Cream Zoo.”
― Loretta Rothschild, Finding Grace

“I never thought I’d be happy to see my husband in bed with another woman.”
― Loretta Rothschild, Finding Grace

“His show-off meal, which he hadn’t made for years, was a galloping success and tasted even better than he remembered.”
― Loretta Rothschild, Finding Grace

“To be a good liar, you need a brilliant memory, and Tom’s had always been questionable. It demanded perfect conditions, which life never afforded.”
― Loretta Rothschild, Finding Grace

“We all make our best decisions first thing in the morning with a clear head.”
― Loretta Rothschild, Finding Grace

“Her eyes softened and her lips parted, revealing that poppy-seed gap. All he could do was lean in and kiss her.”
― Loretta Rothschild, Finding Grace

“Tom wished he could teeter on this precipice as long as possible—the delicious, all-too-brief time when everything is just beginning. Tom and I called it “The Island,” when the rest of the world became inconsequential overnight. We sealed ourselves into Tom’s flat for days on end, having sex and eating leftover takeaway.”
― Loretta Rothschild, Finding Grace

“counter. Tom wished he could teeter on this precipice as long as possible—the delicious, all-too-brief time when everything is just beginning. Tom and I called it “The Island,” when the rest of the world became inconsequential overnight. We sealed ourselves into Tom’s flat for days on end, having sex and eating leftover takeaway.”
― Loretta Rothschild, Finding Grace

“this woman who had occupied all his thoughts for the past week. He’d wept over her, he’d vomited, he’d perspired, he’d masturbated, he’d laughed, he’d drawn out the blueprint for this moment so many times.”
― Loretta Rothschild, Finding Grace

“Only Tom didn’t care what anyone thought. He felt as though his head were underwater. He wasn’t drowning; it was quite the opposite, that glorious, terrifying feeling of swimming too deep.”
― Loretta Rothschild, Finding Grace