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Maggie O'Farrell43,583 ratings, 4.23 average rating, 6,769 reviews
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“It never ceases to amaze me how assured you priests are of your place in the scheme of things. What you refuse to see is how recent is your hold here, that the land was inhabited long before you and your kind ever arrived, with your crosses and your prayers. You will never understand how the land remembers, how deep the roots grow, how fast the stream...”
― Land
― Land
“This house is a thing both ancient and disjointed, and entity of addition and subtraction, a palimpsest of stone and wood and caulk and mud, Its existence here, on the the peninsula, is proof that everything was once something else: nothing goes away.”
― Land
― Land
“Rose has always been aware of a darkness, a roiling cloud, in her parents, a sense of rupture, a lack of rootedness. She has forever carried, like a heavy bag strapped to her back, the sense that she wasn’t able to assuage their losses: she was too small, too ignorant, to aid them, to make up for what they lacked. She didn’t know how to ask them about it, how to form those questions, where to begin, what to say. And now it was too late. They were both gone.”
― Land
― Land
“The two share the same dream: a landscape weighed down from above with great billowing clouds that part and merge, letting in the light and obscuring it, over and over again.”
― Land
― Land
“The quality of light in the copse is immediately different, verdant and lustrous, glimmering with the trembling of the leaf canopy.”
― Land
― Land
“The sensation is akin to a sudden immersion in cold water on a hot day—a bodily shift, a sense of complete alteration or release, the passing from one element into another. The word “relief” passes across his mind, like the shadow of a cloud on a landscape. More than anything, he is aware of a curious sense of cessation somewhere within him, as if a rumbling battle in which he has long been engaged has come to its weary end, and he and his opponent are at last laying down their arms and calling off their troops.”
― Land
― Land
“Her mother’s passing has left an ache in her, a wrongness, as if a hand has pulled out the loops and ribbons of her innards, then stuffed them haphazardly back in. Every moment of every day, she has to remind herself of the unbelievable fact that her mother is gone, that she won’t see her again. She doesn’t know how this can be.”
― Land
― Land
“How odd it comes to a man one day that he cannot uproot his father from him, like an unwanted plant from the soil.”
― Land
― Land
“Their feet press down into the thick, blackened leaf-fall. Around them, the golden air is stitched with pollen and the inexplicable flight paths of bees, and teems with the sounds of a forest: birdsong, the creak of branches, the insistent tapping of a woodpecker, the drip of moisture from foliage, the secretive rustle of unseen creatures moving about the undergrowth.”
― Land
― Land
“This house is a thing both ancient and disjointed, an entity of addition and subtraction, a palimpsest of stone and wood and caulk and mud, Its existence here, on the the peninsula, is proof that everything was once something else: nothing goes away.”
― Land
― Land
“Rose has always been aware of a darkness, a roiling cloud, in her parents, a sense of rupture, a lack of rootedness. She has forever carried, like a heavy bag strapped to her back, the sense that she wasn’t able to assuage their losses: she was too small, too ignorant, to aid them, to make up for what they lacked. She didn’t know how to ask them about it, how to form those questions, where”
― Land
― Land
“how odd that it comes to a man one day that he cannot uproot his father from him, like an unwanted plant from the soil. There are no boundary walls between them; the two are one and the same.”
― Land
― Land
“She has for ever carried, like a heavy bag strapped to her back, the sense that she wasn’t able to assuage their losses: she was too small, too ignorant, to aid them, to make up for what they lacked. She didn’t know how to ask them about it, how to form those questions, where to begin, what to say. And now it was too late. They were both gone.”
― Land
― Land
“Nascuntur et alio modo terrae ac repente in alio mari emergunt velut paria secum faciente natura quaeque hauserit hiatus alio loco reddente.”
― Land
― Land
“Oceans are not blue, Enda discovers. They are not the azure of the bays and inlets of the peninsula, where yellow-shelled creatures cling to rocks and frail scarlet seaweed waltzes in the clear, white-frothed waves. Neither are they the mild cerulean of her father’s maps. This ocean, the one she is crossing, yard by yard, day by day, week by week – and to call it a singular ‘ocean’ rather than ‘oceans’ seems an error because its vastness, its boundlessness, its terrifyingly endless expanse implies plurality, how can something this large be one ocean alone? – is shifting and various, impossible to pin down.”
― Land
― Land
“Lands are also formed in another way, suddenly emerging in a different sea, as if nature were compensating the earth for its losses, restoring in one place what it has swallowed up in another.”
― Land
― Land