Kate Hannigan Quotes

“the touch of some friendly hand. He was lost in that vast, unknown and terrible continent of loneliness; it stretched on and on, very white and hopeless, and quite bare.”
― Catherine Cookson, Kate Hannigan: A Novel

“with sturdy oaks, and himself a little stream at their feet, bent on winding his own way past them. They were so powerful, but helpless to stop his meandering. And he had wound his way into the valley where there were these people… those men in the street, this girl on the bed, this big, burly doctor who held life steadily by the reins; they were all one. He was in their midst, but he couldn’t get near them either; and, oh, he wanted”
― Catherine Cookson, Kate Hannigan: A Novel