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?