Burial Rites Quotes Flashcards
How was she to know the ins and outs of social niceties one was obliged to perform for fat men in red jackets
An excellent intellect, and strong knowledge and understanding of Christianity
My soul blossomed
These people did not see me. I was two dead men. I was a burning farming. I was a knife. I was blood
In their eyes I am already a dead woman, destined for the grave.
Like a cow I go where I am led
Creatures should be loved for their wisdom If they can not be loved for kindness
Blondal wants to set an example
I takes a man, a good man, to know how to manage a woman who has made her bed among stones
Nothing is simple
I am the property of the crown now
To feel weight is to be reminded of my own existence
I am run through and through with disaster; I am knifed to the hilt with fate
She was always fixed on bettering herself. Wanted to get on above her station. - dagga
If there’s anything worth knowing about her character it will be in the ministerial book
God knows I have met enough men to know that once weaned off the breast they begin to lie through their teeth
To know what a person has done, and to know who a person is, are very different things
People claim to know you through the things you’ve done and not by sitting down and listening to you speak for yourself.
If you make a mistake in this valley, it’s never forgotten
I’ve told the truth and you can see for yourself how it has served me
No Doves come from ravens eggs
Talking to him only reminds me of how everything in my life has worked against me, and how unloved I have been.
I am Agnes- bloody knowing Agnes
They see I’ve got a head on my shoulders, and believe a thinking woman cannot be trusted
It seems everyone I love is taken from me and buried in the ground, while I remain alone
That is how I came to be a pauper. Left to the mercy of others, whether they had any or no.
So lonely I make friends with the ravens who prey on lambs
She is a woman loose with her emotions, and looser with her morals
I’ve never known tongues to wag faster than they do in this valley
Has Steina ever had to decide whether to let a farmer up her skirts and face the wrath of his wife, who will force her to do the shit-work, or to deny him and find herself homeless in the snow and fog, all doors barred against her?
Blondal likes only one this better than religious chastisement, and that is the sound of his own voice
Maria told me that men might do as they please, and that they are all Adams, naming everything under the sun
It was the drop of the match. I did not see that we were surrounded by tinder until I felt it burst into flames
It was only later that I suffocated under the weight if his arguments
For the first time in my life, someone SAW me, and I loved him because he made me feel I was enough
He would haul me out of the valley, out of the husk of my miserable loveless life
Illugastadir is almost on the edge of the world
The work a maid like her had to do just for the privilege of giving her life awa
You have had to fight for everything
Just because you play at being a wife, does not make you a married woman
I’m not worth much- Agnes to Margret
She’s not worth the time you give her - rev. Jon to Toti
I am barren, nothing will grow from me anymore
I will bite the hand that feeds me, that refuses to love me, that leaves me
And if no one will say your name you are forgotten I am forgotten
We are all under water and I cannot swim
They will blow us all out, one by one, until it is only their own light by which they see themselves
This is not life; waiting in darkness
