Being a sick man is like being a log caught in a stream, Gilles. All the straws gather around it.

- Helen Waddell

for ... austere and gracious allegory, as for so much of its mysticism and its chivalry, its ardours and its endurances, the world is in debt to Spai…

- Helen Waddell

Shipwreck in youth is sorrowful enough, but one looks for storms at the spring equinox. Yet it is the September equinox that drowns.

- Helen Waddell

... was there no one over thirty-five who had not some secret agony, some white-faced fear? Half one's life one walked carelessly, certain that some …

- Helen Waddell

Truth has as many coats as an onion ... and each one of them hollow when you peel it off.

- Helen Waddell

But what was the desire of the flesh beside the desire of the mind?

- Helen Waddell

It is only the happy who are hard, Gilles. I think perhaps it is better for the world if - if one has a broken heart. One is quick to recognise it, e…

- Helen Waddell