28 Quotes & Sayings By Anita Brookner

You are wrong if you think you cannot live without love, Edith.''No, I am not, ' she said, slowly. 'I cannot live without it. Oh, I do not mean that I go into a decline, develop odd symptoms, become a caricature. I mean something far more serious than that. I mean that I cannot live well without it. I cannot think or act or speak or write or even dream with any kind of energy in the absence of love. I feel excluded from the living world. I become cold, fish-like, immobile. I implode. My idea of absolute happiness is to sit in a hot garden all day, reading or writing, utterly safe in the knowledge that the person I love will come home to me in the evening. Every evening.'' You are a romantic, Edith, ' repeated Mr Neville, with a smile.' It is you who are wrong, ' she replied. 'I have been listening to that particular accusation for most of my life. I am not a romantic. I am a domestic animal. I do not sigh and yearn for extravagant displays of passion, for the grand affair, the world well lost for love. I know all that, and know that it leaves you lonely. No, what I crave is the simplicity of routine. An evening walk, arm in arm, in fine weather. A game of cards. Time for idle talk. Preparing a meal together. Anita Brookner

Literature for me was a magnificent destiny for which I was not yet fully prepared. 76 Anita Brookner

Dr Weiss, at forty, knew that her life had been ruined by literature Anita Brookner

That sun, that light had faded, and she had faded with them. Now she was as grey as the season itself. Anita Brookner

Women share their sadness, thought Edith. Their joy they like to show off to one another. Victory, triumph over the odds, calls for an audience. And that air of bustle and exigence sometimes affected by the sexually loquacious - that is for the benefit of other women. No solidarity then. Anita Brookner

Of course, the spectacle of two people's happiness is always something of a magnet for the unclaimed. Anita Brookner

[…] nobody grows up. Everyone carries around all the selves that they have ever been, intact, waiting to be reactivated in moments of pain, of fear, of danger. Everything is retrievable, every shock, every hurt. But perhaps it becomes a duty to abandon the stock of time that one carries within oneself, to discard it in favour of the present, so that one’s embrace may be turned outwards to the world in which one has made one’s home. . Anita Brookner

And without understanding, could each properly love the other? Anita Brookner

As a devil's advocate Mr Neville was faultless. And yet, she knew, there was a flaw in his reasoning, just as there was a flaw in his ability to feel. Anita Brookner

Old times, sad times. I feel better about them now than I did then. Anita Brookner

I remember at that time I went to the hairdresser's. I did this regularly, but I remember that visit for two particular reasons. The first was that next to me was a young mother with a little girl aged about three. The child, whose hair was about to be cut for the first time, screamed with terror and clung to her mother. The hairdresser stood by gravely, comb in hand: he recognised that this was a serious moment. The mother, blushing, tried to comfort the child who had suddenly plunged into despair; all around the shop women smiled in sympathy. What impressed me, and what I particularly remember, was the child's passionate attempt to re-enter her mother, the arms locked around the woman's neck, the terrified cries of unending love. So dangerous is it to be so close! I had tears in my eyes, witnessing that bond, seeing that closeness, of which only a sorrowful memory remained in my own life. One loses the capacity to grieve as a child grieves, or to rage as a child rages: hotly, despairingly, with tears of passion. One grows up, one becomes civilised, one learns one's manners, and consequently can no longer manage these two functions - sorrow and anger - adequately. . Anita Brookner

They had waited for too long, and the result was this hiatus, and the reflection that time and patience may bring poor rewards, that time itself, if not confronted at the appropriate juncture, can play sly tricks, and more significantly, that those who do not act are not infrequently acted upon. Anita Brookner

I reflected how easy it is for a man to reduce women of a certain age to imbecility. All he has to do is give an impersonation of desire, or better still, of secret knowledge, for a woman to feel herself a source of power. Anita Brookner

Not everyone is born to fulfill an heroic role. The only realistic ambition is to live in the present. And sometimes, quite often in fact, this is more than enough to keep one busy. Time, which was once squandered, must now be given over to the actual, the possible, and perhaps that evanescent hope of a good outcome which never deserts one, and which should never be abandoned. Anita Brookner

I think that those few words were my greatest mistake. Anita Brookner

You get a lot of borderline cases in libraries. Anita Brookner

All good fortune is a gift of the gods and ... you don't win the favor of the ancient gods by being good but by being bold. Anita Brookner

Always let them think of you as singing and dancing. Anita Brookner

No blame should attach to telling the truth. Anita Brookner

Accountability in friendship is the equivalent of love without strategy. Anita Brookner

I was a teacher most of my life, which I loved. I had a very happy working life, and when I retired, I thought I must do something, and I've always read a lot of fiction - you learn so much from fiction. My sentimental education came mostly from fiction, I should say, so I thought I'd try. Anita Brookner

Time misspent in youth is sometimes all the freedom one ever has. Anita Brookner

Existentialism is about being a saint without God; being your own hero, without all the sanction and support of religion or society. Anita Brookner

The essence of romantic love is that wonderful beginning, after which sadness and impossibility may become the rule. Anita Brookner