The Widow's Watcher Quotes

“Connections were what kept people tied to the world. Without connections, there was nothing left to stop them from simply floating away.

Somtehing as simple as a stranger on the other end of the line willing to listen. Or a crotchety old man who believed he knew best.

Connections.”
― Eliza Maxwell, The Widow's Watcher

“Jenna didn't have emotions to spare for other people's pain.”
― Eliza Maxwell, The Widow's Watcher

“As Cassie had grown, Jenna had slowly but inevitably discovered that this child, her child, wasn’t an extension of herself. “They spend their whole lives walking away from you,” the kindergarten teacher had said on her little girl’s first day. “Your job now is to be there when they look back.”
― Eliza Maxwell, The Widow's Watcher

“touched yours. ABOUT THE AUTHOR Eliza Maxwell is the author of The Unremembered Girl, The Grave Tender, and The Kinfolk. She writes fiction from her home in Texas, which she shares with her ever-patient husband, two impatient kids, a ridiculous English setter, and a bird named Sarah. An artist and writer, a dedicated introvert, and a British cop-drama addict,”
― Eliza Maxwell, The Widow's Watcher

“They spend their whole lives walking away from you,” the kindergarten teacher had said on her little girl’s first day. “Your job now is to be there when they look back.”
― Eliza Maxwell, The Widow's Watcher

“Forgiveness is hard. It’s painful. It’s giving when you’ve nothing left to give, from places you can’t afford to lose anything else.”
― Eliza Maxwell, The Widow's Watcher

“Breathe, she thought. Just like the nurses told you during childbirth. Breathe. Who knew that was intended as a life lesson?”
― Eliza Maxwell, The Widow's Watcher

“He hadn’t heard laughter like that in nearly thirty years, but the loose, lonely sound of a soul that’s come untethered wasn’t a thing he was likely to forget.”
― Eliza Maxwell, The Widow's Watcher

“A story only matters if the people in it matter. The people. The plot is irrelevant.”
― Eliza Maxwell, The Widow's Watcher

“met, and he caught a glimpse of an abyss. He was relieved when she broke away, turning again to the window and the snowy sidewalk and street outside. In a voice so low he could barely make it out, she spoke again. “My son preferred cake.” Lars said nothing. Words had never been a talent of”
― Eliza Maxwell, The Widow's Watcher

“Is there anything so empty as something that's once been full?”
― Eliza Maxwell, The Widow's Watcher