The Child Quotes

“People say what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. They say that when you been through something terrible ... But it doesn't. It breaks your bones, leaving everything splintered and held together with grubby bandages and yellowing sticky tape. Creaking along the fault lines, Fragile and exhausting to hold together. Sometimes you wish it had killed you.”
― Fiona Barton, The Child

“Dangerous to think you know too much, sometimes, because who really knows someone else? You can scratch the skin, but you never get to the meat of someone else. Into their bones.”
― Fiona Barton, The Child

“People say what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. .But it doesn't. It breaks your bones, leaving everything splintered and held together with grubby bandages and yellowing sticky tape.Creaking along the fault lines. Fragile and exhausting to hold together. Sometimes you wish it had killed you.”
― Fiona Barton, The Child

“The problem is that a secret takes on a life of its own over time.”
― Fiona Barton, The Child

“Împrăștiind cu mâna fumul și ispita.”
― Fiona Barton, The Child

“A înflorit și i-au crescut spini”
― Fiona Barton, The Child

“Bărbații urăsc să te agăți de ei. Face să-ți piară tot cheful.”
― Fiona Barton, The Child

“A zis că aveam nevoie de el mai mult decât orice altă femeie pe care o cunoscuse.”
― Fiona Barton, The Child

“Lumea zice că ceea ce nu te omoară te face mai puternic. Dar nu-i așa. Îți rupe oasele, lăsând totul făcut țăndări și ținut laolaltă de bandaje mânjite și leucoplast”
― Fiona Barton, The Child

“Nu pot suferi să mă văd pe neașteptate. Uneori nu mă recunosc. Crezi că știi cum arăți, și iată străina aceasta care se uită la tine.”
― Fiona Barton, The Child

“Kate said. “I had a funny phone call the”
― Fiona Barton, The Child

“She needed a moment. She needed an adult voice to tell her everything was going to be okay. I need my dad, she thought and almost laughed. Pull yourself together, for God’s sake.”
― Fiona Barton, The Child

“My teenage years. Funny how I divide my life into blocks of time. Like I was different people. I suppose I was. We all are.”
― Fiona Barton, The Child

“People say what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. They say that when you’ve been through something terrible. My mum, Jude, used to say it. But it doesn’t. It breaks your bones, leaving everything splintered and held together with grubby bandages and yellowing sticky tape. Creaking along the fault lines. Fragile and exhausting to hold together. Sometimes you wish it had killed you.”
― Fiona Barton, The Child

“hate seeing myself without warning. Don’t recognize myself sometimes. You think you know what you look like and there is this stranger looking at you. It can frighten me.”
― Fiona Barton, The Child

“Poor little thing,’she said out loud. Her head was suddenly full of her own babies –Jake and Freddie, born two years apart but known as ‘the boys’in family shorthand –as sturdy toddlers, schoolboys in football kit, surly teenagers and now adults. Well, almost. She smiled to herself. Kate could remember the moment she saw each of them for the first time: red, slippery bodies; crumpled, too- big skin; blinking eyes staring up from her chest, and her feeling that she had known their faces for ever. How could anyone kill a baby?”
― Fiona Barton, The Child

“But today, I study the stranger’s face. The brown hair half pulled up on top of the head in a frantic work bun, naked skin, shadows and lines creeping towards the eyes like subsidence cracks.”
― Fiona Barton, The Child

“I look round the room and see faces I almost know. Familiar but I can’t quite place them. Then they say their name and they come back into focus.”
― Fiona Barton, The Child

“And it infuriated her, too. She’d been just like Freddie. And she couldn’t see where Jake’s lack of motivation came from. Both she and Steve had the work ethic in spades, but Jake just stood at the foot of the ladder, looking up and shrugging at the idea of climbing.”
― Fiona Barton, The Child

“She’d probably describe it as shabby chic but it’s more shabby shit.”
― Fiona Barton, The Child

“So we ring each other on birthdays and at Christmas, that sort of thing. It’s a routine that allows us to stay in touch with the aid of a calendar, not our emotions.”
― Fiona Barton, The Child

“Dangerous to think you know too much, sometimes, because who really knows someone else? You can scratch the skin, but you never get to the meat of someone else. Into their bones.”
― Fiona Barton, The Child

“I realize that my memories...are like one of those home movies, where a jerky camera records slices of the action, then breaks off suddenly before picking up again at another point. There are gaps. Gaping holes.”
― Fiona Barton, The Child

“Who really knows someone else? You can scratch the skin, but you never get to the meat of someone else. Into their bones.”
― Fiona Barton, The Child

“People say what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. They say that when you’ve been through something terrible. My mum, Jude, used to say it. But it doesn’t. It breaks your bones, leaving everything splintered and held together with grubby bandages and yellowing sticky tape. Creaking along the fault lines. Fragile and exhausting to hold together. Sometimes you wish it had killed you. Paul”
― Fiona Barton, The Child

“Time did strange things in hospitals. Sometimes it stretched minutes into hours and sometimes it vanished altogether.”
― Fiona Barton, The Child

“Kate wondered what an alien would make of the scene. Dozens of people sitting in isolation in front of computers, not speaking or looking at each other. It was a bit like the lost souls in Las Vegas casinos, perched for hours at the slot machines, with dead eyes, mechanically pressing buttons in the hope of a jackpot.”
― Fiona Barton, The Child