“He never wanted any of my friends round. I had plenty of friends when we first got married, but if they came to visit when he was at home, he’d be rude to them and make them feel uncomfortable. So, eventually, they made excuses and stopped coming.”
―
Imogen Clark,
Postcards From a Stranger
“How did people get through the death of their loved ones unscathed? It felt like an impossible task to her, and one that she was totally unprepared for.” ― Imogen Clark, Where The Story Starts
“And what she does may not be what she would choose to do in an ideal world; life is all about compromise, after all.” ― Imogen Clark, Postcards From a Stranger
“Grief was so difficult to deal with after the initial shock had passed. Once the funeral was over and done with, you were simply expected to return to normal and not subject those around you to any outward displays of pain.” ― Imogen Clark, Where The Story Starts
“But remember, before you rush to judgement, that all mothers are ultimately driven by the same engine, despite their differing makes and models. We are all just doing what we think is best for our children.” ― Imogen Clark, Postcards From a Stranger
“What I didn’t love was the person I became when I was in the shade that he cast around him.” ― Imogen Clark, An Unwanted Inheritance
“honesty came in many hues between the absolutes of black and white, and she imagined that even honest people generally found a shade of grey that suited them to fit the circumstances.” ― Imogen Clark, An Unwanted Inheritance
“Of course, she was fully aware that by failing to face the darkness in her head she was simply prolonging the time that it would take for her to recover,” ― Imogen Clark, Reluctantly Home
“world seem more palatable or be brutally honest from the outset? Santa, the Tooth Fairy, the Easter Bunny . . . are these all legends that enrich childhood or lies that destroy trust?” ― Imogen Clark, Postcards From a Stranger
“I’ve thought about a lot over the years. I’m certain all mothers do, as they try to process the crushing guilt they feel for the mistakes they believe they have made.” ― Imogen Clark, Postcards From a Stranger
“However, the one thing that drives each mother on is a visceral need to do her best for her offspring. She may make mistakes, have regrets, wish for another spin on the merry-go-round, but each mother truly believes that the decisions she makes about her children are the best that she is capable of making at the time that she makes them. There is not a day goes by that I don’t wish that things had turned out differently.” ― Imogen Clark, Postcards From a Stranger
“So condemn me if you choose, criticise my decisions, compare how you would have played my hand if it had been yours. But remember, before you rush to judgement, that all mothers are ultimately driven by the same engine, despite their differing makes and models. We are all just doing what we think is best for our children.” ― Imogen Clark, Postcards From a Stranger
“It was just how things were back then. Some men were just like that. Touching your bottom when you walked past, stroking your breast in a crowded lift, having sex with women young enough to be their daughters. We all knew what was going on, of course we did, and we didn’t like it, but there wasn’t anything you could do about it. It was simply a fact of life for women, so we learned to avoid the worst offenders and keep our mouths shut.” ― Imogen Clark, Reluctantly Home
“But how things had changed. She could hardly believe that what women of her generation had just accepted as a fact of life was now so vilified. Women had stepped forward, drawing strength and courage from one another and then from the sheer number of them. She was astonished at the men who had been brought down, men she knew about but had never been able to discuss, other than with other women and behind closed doors. It was incredible.” ― Imogen Clark, Reluctantly Home
“It was just stuff – nice stuff, granted, but just stuff nonetheless. None of it really mattered. None of it was actually what was important.” ― Imogen Clark, Reluctantly Home
“This was the 1970s. It was her right as a woman to choose what she did with her own body.” ― Imogen Clark, Reluctantly Home
“Being happy with your lot, Pip thought, now there was a concept she had struggled with over the years, but she was starting to see that perhaps there was more to it than she had given her parents credit for.” ― Imogen Clark, Reluctantly Home
“Pip curled up small on her bed and wept as if she might never stop. It felt like all the tears of the previous months, the ones she had been unable to cry, were falling now.” ― Imogen Clark, Reluctantly Home
“Evelyn would be prepared to put money on there being something heavy in her heart. She could see it in Pip’s eyes. It was something Evelyn saw in her own eyes every time she looked in the mirror.” ― Imogen Clark, Reluctantly Home
“How did people get through the death of their loved ones unscathed? It felt like an impossible task to her, and one that she was totally unprepared for.” ― Imogen Clark, Where The Story Starts
“And what she does may not be what she would choose to do in an ideal world; life is all about compromise, after all.” ― Imogen Clark, Postcards From a Stranger
“Grief was so difficult to deal with after the initial shock had passed. Once the funeral was over and done with, you were simply expected to return to normal and not subject those around you to any outward displays of pain.” ― Imogen Clark, Where The Story Starts
“But remember, before you rush to judgement, that all mothers are ultimately driven by the same engine, despite their differing makes and models. We are all just doing what we think is best for our children.” ― Imogen Clark, Postcards From a Stranger
“What I didn’t love was the person I became when I was in the shade that he cast around him.” ― Imogen Clark, An Unwanted Inheritance
“honesty came in many hues between the absolutes of black and white, and she imagined that even honest people generally found a shade of grey that suited them to fit the circumstances.” ― Imogen Clark, An Unwanted Inheritance
“Of course, she was fully aware that by failing to face the darkness in her head she was simply prolonging the time that it would take for her to recover,” ― Imogen Clark, Reluctantly Home
“world seem more palatable or be brutally honest from the outset? Santa, the Tooth Fairy, the Easter Bunny . . . are these all legends that enrich childhood or lies that destroy trust?” ― Imogen Clark, Postcards From a Stranger
“I’ve thought about a lot over the years. I’m certain all mothers do, as they try to process the crushing guilt they feel for the mistakes they believe they have made.” ― Imogen Clark, Postcards From a Stranger
“However, the one thing that drives each mother on is a visceral need to do her best for her offspring. She may make mistakes, have regrets, wish for another spin on the merry-go-round, but each mother truly believes that the decisions she makes about her children are the best that she is capable of making at the time that she makes them. There is not a day goes by that I don’t wish that things had turned out differently.” ― Imogen Clark, Postcards From a Stranger
“So condemn me if you choose, criticise my decisions, compare how you would have played my hand if it had been yours. But remember, before you rush to judgement, that all mothers are ultimately driven by the same engine, despite their differing makes and models. We are all just doing what we think is best for our children.” ― Imogen Clark, Postcards From a Stranger
“It was just how things were back then. Some men were just like that. Touching your bottom when you walked past, stroking your breast in a crowded lift, having sex with women young enough to be their daughters. We all knew what was going on, of course we did, and we didn’t like it, but there wasn’t anything you could do about it. It was simply a fact of life for women, so we learned to avoid the worst offenders and keep our mouths shut.” ― Imogen Clark, Reluctantly Home
“But how things had changed. She could hardly believe that what women of her generation had just accepted as a fact of life was now so vilified. Women had stepped forward, drawing strength and courage from one another and then from the sheer number of them. She was astonished at the men who had been brought down, men she knew about but had never been able to discuss, other than with other women and behind closed doors. It was incredible.” ― Imogen Clark, Reluctantly Home
“It was just stuff – nice stuff, granted, but just stuff nonetheless. None of it really mattered. None of it was actually what was important.” ― Imogen Clark, Reluctantly Home
“This was the 1970s. It was her right as a woman to choose what she did with her own body.” ― Imogen Clark, Reluctantly Home
“Being happy with your lot, Pip thought, now there was a concept she had struggled with over the years, but she was starting to see that perhaps there was more to it than she had given her parents credit for.” ― Imogen Clark, Reluctantly Home
“Pip curled up small on her bed and wept as if she might never stop. It felt like all the tears of the previous months, the ones she had been unable to cry, were falling now.” ― Imogen Clark, Reluctantly Home
“Evelyn would be prepared to put money on there being something heavy in her heart. She could see it in Pip’s eyes. It was something Evelyn saw in her own eyes every time she looked in the mirror.” ― Imogen Clark, Reluctantly Home
