Faces Quotes

“My old mum always said, if brains was gunpowder he couldn’t blow his fucking eyebrows off.”
― Martina Cole, Faces

“Once things were said out loud, they could never be taken back. They were out there for ever.”
― Martina Cole, Faces

“Be a sinner and sin strongly, but more strongly have faith and rejoice in Christ. Martin Luther, 1483-1546”
― Martina Cole, Faces

“You looked after your child, no matter who had fathered it, and no matter how much you might hate them deep down inside. A child was there for the duration of your life and, if you were really lucky, they buried you, and not vice versa. A mother would give her own heart to ensure the child she had created would live on, would be happy to do so. Would be loved.”
― Martina Cole, Faces

“Charity and beating begins at home. John Fletcher, 1579-1625, Wit Without Money”
― Martina Cole, Faces

“once your mother was gone, they were gone, and no one could ever replace them.”
― Martina Cole, Faces

“mother that she missed so desperately because, no matter what happened in life, there was always a bed for you at your mother’s home. All the time she was alive her children had somewhere to go. Somewhere to run to, and somewhere to call home.”
― Martina Cole, Faces

“Look after the pennies, and the pounds always looked after themselves.”
― Martina Cole, Faces

“People only knew what you told them, only saw what you wanted them to see. Her mother had hammered that into her head since she was a child,”
― Martina Cole, Faces

“Tell the truth and shame the Devil, remember.”
― Martina Cole, Faces

“Your name was the only thing you ever really owned, for good or for bad; that choice was yours.”
― Martina Cole, Faces

“all you had at the end of the day was your name, and that made it the more important because it was something you either respected or you were ashamed of. Your name was all you had, the only thing that you couldn’t ever deny.”
― Martina Cole, Faces

“One day, you’ll wake up and thirty or forty years will have flown by.”
― Martina Cole, Faces

“job!’ This son of hers was caught up in the middle, as usual. It was the bane of the middle child’s life. Caught between the first-born and the last-born, they were often left to their own devices.”
― Martina Cole, Faces

“His mother had pointed out that the attack with the axe was no more than she would have done herself for her own children. That a mother would protect her young because, with good fathers being few and far between, the only person a child could really count on was the woman who had grown them, birthed them and nurtured them. Now, here he was, confronting someone who, at any other time, he would feel honour-bound to help carry her shopping home.”
― Martina Cole, Faces

“Every night and every morn Some to misery are born. William Blake, 1757-1827, ‘Auguries of Innocence”
― Martina Cole, Faces