Catherine Cookson Quotes & Sayings

You're born but you're not buried yet. — Catherine Cookson

Constancy in a man is rare. — Catherine Cookson

From the hills in the early dawn,
Small, thin, mist-wreathed, she came upon him;
Hair sodden to the brow,
Eyes like agates,
Lips apart, tongue flicking at words frozen in her head.
Gliding to his feet,
She caught his hand and said
'come help me, mister, or she'll be dead. — Catherine Cookson

Oh God, I'm sorry I bring trouble on people. I don't mean to, you know that, you know that. And don't punish me by taking Ned. Keep him safe that's all I ask. That's all I'll ever ask again, just keep him safe. — Catherine Cookson

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

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. — Catherine Cookson

The Girl was gone, buried in the past. She never wanted to hear that name again. She was a woman for better for worse. Whatever the future might bring she could face it as a woman, Ned Ridley's woman. — Catherine Cookson

Fear is the enemy, fear is the foe, if you run before it down you'll go. But if you stand and look it in the face, God will pour into you the bravery of grace. — Catherine Cookson

You make your son out to be to be almost an idiot; well let me tell you something, Mrs Loan, if he were a complete idiot, drooling at the mouth, he'd still be a better person then you. — Catherine Cookson

Anyway, as they say, where there's life, there's hope. So let us eat. — Catherine Cookson

Platitudes or otherwise, there were no words to ease the agony of living. — Catherine Cookson

She's only got eight fingers but she's got them stuck in all kinds of pies, and she keeps her thumbs bare for testing new ones. — Catherine Cookson

Her love for him was almost like a pain in itself. — Catherine Cookson

You have never kissed me. Patted me, hugged me, but you've never kissed me."
"Oh, Rosie, Rosie." His face looked on the point of laughter, then his lips fell gently on hers and he held the kiss for some time. Now, pressing her face from him, he said "That's merely an introduction. When your cheek is better I'll do it properly. — Catherine Cookson

The only thing I want from my money is to die in comfort. — Catherine Cookson

Let youth pass, and no matter what opportunities presented themselves, the capacity to build the broad base required to support the structure of learning was gone. — Catherine Cookson

arms wide and said, 'That's a question — Catherine Cookson

Come and sit down girl, for days you've been flying around there like a bluebottle. — Catherine Cookson

Fancy feathers make peacocks, but you pluck them and see what's left. — Catherine Cookson

To get over the guilt of drinking, take your brandy in milk. This way, it becomes medicinal. — Catherine Cookson

And, like the prodigal son, he had returned broken in body and also in mind to the house where he had been born, and he and his child had been welcomed with open arms. — Catherine Cookson

It's no good saying one thing and doing another. — Catherine Cookson

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

Try not to worry, for time is a great healer.' Such words were futile. — Catherine Cookson

Hannah sat down again and leant back against the tall head of the hall chair. He was right. Yes, he was right. She must have been mad to go on like she had. Good Lord! She hadn't given him the message from Mrs Beggs. Again she was on her feet, but her voice still sounded angry as she called down the hall, 'I forgot to give you a message, from Mrs Beggs. She wanted to know if you were going there tomorrow or Saturday.' There was a moment's silence before his door opened and he came back into the hall and went to the telephone. She remained standing where she was until she heard him say, 'Hello, Beggie. — Catherine Cookson

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 — Catherine Cookson

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