Quotes from Catherine Cookson

Catherine Cookson's Books NOVELS Colour Blind Maggie Rowan Rooney The Menagerie Fanny McBride Fenwick Houses The Garment The Blind Miller The Wingless Bird Hannah Massey The Long Corridor The Unbaited Trap Slinky Jane Katie Mulholland The Round Tower

The Nice Bloke The Glass Virgin The Invitation The Dwelling Place Feathers in the Fire Pure as the Lily The Invisible Cord The Gambling Man The Tide of Life The Girl The Cinder Path The Man Who Cried The Whip The Black Velvet Gown A Dinner of Herbs The Moth The Parson's Daughter The Harrogate Secret

The Cultured Handmaiden The Black Candle The Gillyvors My Beloved Son The Rag Nymph The House of Women The Maltese Angel The Golden Straw The Year of the Virgins The Tinker's Girl Justice is a Woman A Ruthless Need The Bonny Dawn The Branded Man The Lady on my Left The Obsession The Upstart The Blind Years

Riley The Solace of Sin The Desert Crop The Thursday Friend A House Divided Rosie of the River The Silent Lady FEATURING KATE HANNIGAN Kate Hannigan (her first published novel) Kate Hannigan's Girl (her hundredth published novel) THE MARY ANN NOVELS A Grand Man The Lord and Mary Ann The Devil and Mary Ann Love and Mary Ann

Life and Mary Ann Marriage and Mary Ann Mary Ann's Angels Mary Ann and Bill FEATURING BILL BAILEY Bill Bailey Bill Bailey's Lot Bill Bailey's Daughter The Bondage of Love THE TILLY TROTTER TRILOGY Tilly Trotter Tilly Trotter Wed Tilly Trotter Widowed THE MALLEN TRILOGY The Mallen Streak

The Mallen Girl The Mallen Litter FEATURING HAMILTON Hamilton Goodbye Hamilton Harold AS CATHERINE MARCHANT Heritage of Folly The Fen Tiger House of Men The Iron Façade Miss Martha Mary Crawford The Slow Awakening CHILDREN'S Matty Doolin

Joe and the Gladiator The Nipper Rory's Fortune Our John Willie Mrs. Flannagan's Trumpet Go tell It To Mrs Golightly Lanky Jones Bill and The Mary Ann Shaughnessy AUTOBIOGRAPHY Our Kate Let Me Make Myself Plain Plainer Still The Black Candle Bridget Deane Mordaunt was a woman of some consequence in her own part of the world.

down. She felt weak and slightly sick. But there wasn't a stick of furniture of any kind in the place. Hastily

Our family's fate seems to have hung on money for the last two generations, on money that we have never earned. We have lived in debt for so long: we have

eaten in debt, we have been waited on in debt. Yes, many a time I knew those servants hadn't been paid. That's why they left, they weren't dismissed. And all the time I partook of the whole; yet I must admit, with shame at times. But' – he now looked along the length of the old building – 'I am now earning my living, and it has got to keep me and pay a man. And I can sleep easy at nights.

I can't go to my daughter and in any kind of a motherly way say, stop loving your husband so much.' 'We are not talking about love, dear; we are talking about possession.

lots of money and the power it gives them. With others it's a person. I think that's the worst kind when it's applied to a human being.

said it back there, feelings are stronger than chains, you'll never see him as he really is because of your feeling for him, and if you've made up your mind to spend the rest of your days with him

There are people who cannot live unless they possess something or someone. With some it's money. Lots and

for the days of age are not only much shorter than those in youth, but they rush away from you at a frightening rate. Take a day: a day in youth is an experience, and the last hour is as far away as a child's Christmas; a day in age is but a dim memory in a week that is already gone. At

but what he had learned over these past weeks was that people were entwined one with the other, and that you couldn't isolate yourself from them and say, 'I am going to be happy', because their emotions penetrated you and cast a shadow over your happiness, they tinged your love with sadness and fear until you were being forced to believe that sadness and fear were part of love.

neatly clipped beech hedge.

from the youth of today. She was beyond them. Her heritage, whatever it was, had forced her into adulthood. 'Nancy's a long time with that tea. You haven't been listening to what I've been saying.' 'Oh yes, I have, dear. Oh yes. I always listen to what . . . you . .

Come on. There's such a thing as overstayin' your welcome.

I had said that to him dozens of times over the . . . ' 'Yes, we have heard you make that statement already. Now will you

arms wide and said, 'That's a question

whatever their denomination, the dead were the dead and were all the same to John, or at least they had been up to this last month or so. Before that, he had thrown the dirt onto them with the comment, and this to himself, that 'such was life' or, when feeling very talkative inside, he might add, 'When their number's called, even the deaf hear.' But this was before he had witnessed the accident at the crossroads.

Such love is bound to suffer, because it will wake up one day.

Who wanted to live to a hundred and one? Who wanted to go on living at all at times?