Coming Home Quotes

“Alone. She realized how much she had missed the luxury of solitude, and knew that its occasional comfort would always be essential to her. The pleasure of being on one's own was not so much spiritual as sensuous, like wearing silk, or swimming without a bathing suit, or walking along a totally empty beach with the sun on your back. One was restored by solitude. Refreshed.”
― Rosamunde Pilcher, Coming Home

“Other people's houses were always fascinating. As soon as you went through the door for the first time, you got the feel of the atmosphere, and so discovered something about the personalities of the people who lived there.”
― Rosamunde Pilcher, Coming Home

“She yawned and stretched, and settled back again on her pillows and thought how perfect it would be if sleep could not only restore one but iron out all anxieties in the same process, so that one could wake with a totally clear and untroubled mind, as smooth and empty as a beach, washed and ironed by the outgoing tide.”
― Rosamunde Pilcher, Coming Home

“Being financially secure is truly a life-enhancer; it sweetly oils the wheels of life. But remember: to talk of money, the excess of it or the lack of it, is vulgar to the extreme. One either boasts or whines, and neither makes for good conversation.”
― Rosamunde Pilcher, Coming Home

“She was always left feeling like a murderer. Because the messenger becomes the murderer. Until the fatal words are spoken, the loved one concerned is still alive, waking, sleeping, going about his business, making telephone calls, writing letters, going for walks, breathing, seeing. It was the telling that killed.”
― Rosamunde Pilcher, Coming Home

“You know, it won’t ever be like this again. Not ever. Just you and me, and this place and this time. Things only happen once.”
― Rosamunde Pilcher, Coming Home

“Just remember that the most important thing is to be truthful to yourself. If you hang on to that, you won’t go far wrong.”
― Rosamunde Pilcher, Coming Home

“You mustn’t think so far ahead. Just think about tomorrow, and then take one thing at a time.”
― Rosamunde Pilcher, Coming Home

“Laurence Binyon. He was Poet Laureate at the end of the Great War. He wrote it.” “What did he write?” “They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.”
― Rosamunde Pilcher, Coming Home

“shopping could provide consolation if one was unhappy; a buzz of excitement if one was bored; self-indulgence if one had been rejected. Extravagant and frivolous maybe, but better surely than self-pity, turning for comfort to casual lovers, or taking to the bottle.”
― Rosamunde Pilcher, Coming Home

“They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.”
― Rosamunde Pilcher, Coming Home

“You are totally independent. Being financially secure is truly a life-enhancer; it sweetly oils the wheels of life. But remember: to talk of money, the excess of it or the lack of it, is vulgar to the extreme. One either boasts or whines, and neither makes for good conversation”
― Rosamunde Pilcher, Coming Home

“Twice before in her career as a headmistress had she had to perform this unhappy task, telling one of her girls that either a mother or a father had died, and she was always left feeling like a murderer. Because the messenger becomes the murderer. Until the fatal words are spoken, the loved one concerned is still alive, waking, sleeping, going about his business, making telephone calls, writing letters, going for walks, breathing, seeing. It was the telling that killed.”
― Rosamunde Pilcher, Coming Home

“I can’t deal with hidden undertows or unspoken feelings.”
― Rosamunde Pilcher, Coming Home

“how perfect it would be if sleep could not only restore one but iron out all anxieties in the same process, so that one could wake with a totally clear and untroubled mind, as smooth and empty as a beach, washed and ironed by the outgoing tide. But”
― Rosamunde Pilcher, Coming Home

“Money is only as good as the people who possess it. It can be squandered and wasted, or it can be used prudently, to enrich and enhance.”
― Rosamunde Pilcher, Coming Home

“you can't be anybody but yourself. At the end of the day, you're stuck with that”
― Rosamunde Pilcher, Coming Home

“Things only happen once. Do you ever think, Judith? It can be a bit the same, of course, but never quite the same”
― Rosamunde Pilcher, Coming Home

“Bernard Shaw said that youth is wasted on the young. It’s only when you get to be old that you begin to understand what he was talking”
― Rosamunde Pilcher, Coming Home

“and he had been part of her life long before he became the whole of it.”
― Rosamunde Pilcher, Coming Home

“Children should never be homogenised.”
― Rosamunde Pilcher, Coming Home

“I've always thought that the most important thing, when you get married, is to marry a friend. Passionate love cools down after a time, but friendship lasts forever.”
― Rosamunde Pilcher, Coming Home

“Darling, tears are for the dead, not the living.”
― Rosamunde Pilcher, Coming Home

“that marriage was a summer birdcage, set out in a garden? And all the birds of the air wanted to get in, and all the caged birds wanted to get out?”
― Rosamunde Pilcher, Coming Home

“It's important, always, to have something to look forward to.”
― Rosamunde Pilcher, Coming Home

“It seemed that shopping could provide consolation if one was unhappy; a buzz of excitement if one was bored; self-indulgence if one had been rejected. Extravagant and frivolous maybe, but better surely than self-pity, turning for comfort to casual lovers or taking to the bottle.”
― Rosamunde Pilcher, Coming Home

“Hope is terribly important. Like being constant. Keeping faith. And this hateful war can't go on forever. I don't quite know how or when, but it will end. Someday. Perhaps sooner than any of us imagine.”
― Rosamunde Pilcher, Coming Home

“(At least he wasn't wearing socks with his sandals, and hopefully wouldn't knot the corners of his handkerchief and wear it as a sun-hat.)”
― Rosamunde Pilcher, Coming Home

“one day the war will end, and with a bit of luck well all come through it,”
― Rosamunde Pilcher, Coming Home

“she sat lost in the music, transported into a sort of timelessness, the affirmation of another, constant world, set apart from anxiety and death, and battles and bombs.”
― Rosamunde Pilcher, Coming Home