“For to know a man's library is, in some measure, to know his mind.”
―
Geraldine Brooks,
March
“To know a man's library is, in some measure, to know a man's mind.” ― Geraldine Brooks, March
“A book is more than the sum of its materials. It is an artifact of the human mind and hand.” ― Geraldine Brooks, People of the Book
“You go on. You set one foot in front of the other, and if a thin voice cries out, somewhere behind you, you pretend not to hear, and keep going.” ― Geraldine Brooks, March
“God warns us not to love any earthly thing above Himself, and yet He sets in a mother's heart such a fierce passion for her babes that I do not comprehend how He can test us so.” ― Geraldine Brooks, Year of Wonders
“Book burnings. Always the forerunners. Heralds of the stake, the ovens, the mass graves.” ― Geraldine Brooks, People of the Book
“I borrowed his brightness and used it to see my way, and then gradually, from the habit of looking at the world as he illuminated it, the light in my own mind rekindled.” ― Geraldine Brooks, Year of Wonders
“She was like a butterfly, full of color and vibrancy when she chose to open her wings, yet hardly visible when she closed them.” ― Geraldine Brooks, Caleb's Crossing
“...The hagaddah came to Sarajevo for a reason. It was here to test us, to see if there were people who could see that what united us was more than what divided us. That to be a human being matters more than to be a Jew or a Muslim, Catholic or Orthodox. p. 361” ― Geraldine Brooks, People of the Book
“I am not alone in this. I only let him do to me what men have ever done to women: march off to empty glory and hollow acclaim and leave us behind to pick up the pieces. The broken cities, the burned barns, the innocent injured beasts, the ruined bodies of the boys we bore and the men we lay with.The waste of it. I sit here, and I look at him, and it is as if a hundred women sit beside me: the revolutionary farm wife, the English peasant woman, the Spartan mother-'Come back with your shield or on it,' she cried, because that was what she was expected to cry. And then she leaned across the broken body of her son and the words turned to dust in her throat.” ― Geraldine Brooks, March
“If there is one class of person I have never quite trusted, it is a man who knows no doubt.” ― Geraldine Brooks
“My Tom died as babies do, gently and without complaint. Because they have been such a little time with us, they seem to hold to life but weakly. I used to wonder if it was so because the memory of Heaven still lived within them, so that in leaving here they do not fear death as we do, who no longer know with certainty where it is our spirits go. This, I thought, must be the kindness that God does for them and for us, since He gives so many infants such a little while to bide with us.” ― Geraldine Brooks, Year of Wonders: A Novel of the Plague
“These memories of happiness are fleeting things, reflections in a stream, glimpsed all broken for a second and then swept away in the current of grief that is our life now. I can't say that I ever feel what it felt like then, when I was happy. But sometimes something will touch the place where that feeling was, a touch as slight and swift as the brush of a moth's wing in the dark.” ― Geraldine Brooks, Year of Wonders
“Why would I marry? I'm not made to be any man's chattel. I have my work, which I love. I have my home - it is not much, I grant, yet sufficient for my shelter. But more than these, I have something very few women can claim: my freedom. I will not lightly surrender it.” ― Geraldine Brooks, Year of Wonders
“I realize that lust stands high in the list of deadly sins. And yet lust - the tightening of the throat, the flushed cheeks, the raging appetite - is the only word accurate to describe the sensation I felt that morning, as the painted door closed and I was left with the liberty of all those books.” ― Geraldine Brooks, March
“They say the Lord's Day is a day of rest, but those who preach this generally are not women.” ― Geraldine Brooks, Caleb's Crossing
“If a man is to lose his fortune, it is a good thing if he were poor before he acquired it, for poverty requires aptitude.” ― Geraldine Brooks, March
“How little we know, I thought, of the people we live amongst.” ― Geraldine Brooks, Year of Wonders
“We were too intelligent, too cynical for war. Of course, you don't have to be stupid and primitive to die a stupid, primitive death.” ― Geraldine Brooks, People of the Book
“To know a man's library is, in some measure, to know a man's mind.” ― Geraldine Brooks, March
“A book is more than the sum of its materials. It is an artifact of the human mind and hand.” ― Geraldine Brooks, People of the Book
“You go on. You set one foot in front of the other, and if a thin voice cries out, somewhere behind you, you pretend not to hear, and keep going.” ― Geraldine Brooks, March
“God warns us not to love any earthly thing above Himself, and yet He sets in a mother's heart such a fierce passion for her babes that I do not comprehend how He can test us so.” ― Geraldine Brooks, Year of Wonders
“Book burnings. Always the forerunners. Heralds of the stake, the ovens, the mass graves.” ― Geraldine Brooks, People of the Book
“I borrowed his brightness and used it to see my way, and then gradually, from the habit of looking at the world as he illuminated it, the light in my own mind rekindled.” ― Geraldine Brooks, Year of Wonders
“She was like a butterfly, full of color and vibrancy when she chose to open her wings, yet hardly visible when she closed them.” ― Geraldine Brooks, Caleb's Crossing
“...The hagaddah came to Sarajevo for a reason. It was here to test us, to see if there were people who could see that what united us was more than what divided us. That to be a human being matters more than to be a Jew or a Muslim, Catholic or Orthodox. p. 361” ― Geraldine Brooks, People of the Book
“I am not alone in this. I only let him do to me what men have ever done to women: march off to empty glory and hollow acclaim and leave us behind to pick up the pieces. The broken cities, the burned barns, the innocent injured beasts, the ruined bodies of the boys we bore and the men we lay with.The waste of it. I sit here, and I look at him, and it is as if a hundred women sit beside me: the revolutionary farm wife, the English peasant woman, the Spartan mother-'Come back with your shield or on it,' she cried, because that was what she was expected to cry. And then she leaned across the broken body of her son and the words turned to dust in her throat.” ― Geraldine Brooks, March
“If there is one class of person I have never quite trusted, it is a man who knows no doubt.” ― Geraldine Brooks
“My Tom died as babies do, gently and without complaint. Because they have been such a little time with us, they seem to hold to life but weakly. I used to wonder if it was so because the memory of Heaven still lived within them, so that in leaving here they do not fear death as we do, who no longer know with certainty where it is our spirits go. This, I thought, must be the kindness that God does for them and for us, since He gives so many infants such a little while to bide with us.” ― Geraldine Brooks, Year of Wonders: A Novel of the Plague
“These memories of happiness are fleeting things, reflections in a stream, glimpsed all broken for a second and then swept away in the current of grief that is our life now. I can't say that I ever feel what it felt like then, when I was happy. But sometimes something will touch the place where that feeling was, a touch as slight and swift as the brush of a moth's wing in the dark.” ― Geraldine Brooks, Year of Wonders
“Why would I marry? I'm not made to be any man's chattel. I have my work, which I love. I have my home - it is not much, I grant, yet sufficient for my shelter. But more than these, I have something very few women can claim: my freedom. I will not lightly surrender it.” ― Geraldine Brooks, Year of Wonders
“I realize that lust stands high in the list of deadly sins. And yet lust - the tightening of the throat, the flushed cheeks, the raging appetite - is the only word accurate to describe the sensation I felt that morning, as the painted door closed and I was left with the liberty of all those books.” ― Geraldine Brooks, March
“They say the Lord's Day is a day of rest, but those who preach this generally are not women.” ― Geraldine Brooks, Caleb's Crossing
“If a man is to lose his fortune, it is a good thing if he were poor before he acquired it, for poverty requires aptitude.” ― Geraldine Brooks, March
“How little we know, I thought, of the people we live amongst.” ― Geraldine Brooks, Year of Wonders
“We were too intelligent, too cynical for war. Of course, you don't have to be stupid and primitive to die a stupid, primitive death.” ― Geraldine Brooks, People of the Book
