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Helen Hollick Quotes

Change has to come for life to struggle forward.

Change has to come for life to struggle forward.

Helen Hollick
Change, Moving On, Letting Go

Those you love leave behind their shadows to walk, always, with you in the form of memories.

Helen Hollick
Memories, Shadow, Form

Two people can only live as one when each is prepared to give and receive trust and understanding. Above that lies respect. Without respect for how the other feels, no marriage is worthwhile.

Helen Hollick
Lying, Two, People

We had so many dreams as children. Where do they go when we grow? Are they swallowed up by the mundane things of everyday life? Or do we lose them, leave them behind us in the dust, for new children to find and take up?

Helen Hollick
Dream, Children, Growing Up

One day, lad, your eyes will light upon a woman, and you will never forget that glint in her eye, that toss of her head, or sway of her hips. You will dream of her, whether you are asleep of awake. She will possess your mind, and your body will be on fire for her. Nothing will ever erase the linger of her scent in your nostrils, the touch of her hand on your body, the feel of her flesh beneath your fingers. When you find a woman to love, Cnut, your life changes forever.

Helen Hollick
Dream, Life Changing, Eye
Helen Hollick (2004). “A Hollow Crown: The Story of Emma, Queen of Saxon England”, William Heinemann

It never leaves, not with someone we love. Their presence burns too vivid in our memories. Happen that is as it should be, for otherwise we would too easy forget.

Helen Hollick
Memories, Vivid, Forget

Sometimes it was easier to swim with the current rather than fight against it. There was always a shallow pool somewhere ahead. Memories are like battles, and battles can go one way or the other. You can stand and fight, no matter what pains run from you wounds; or you can turn tail and run, knowing then that the enemy will follow and without mercy hunt you down. We had so many dreams as children. Where do they all go when we grow? Are they swallowed up by the mundane things of everyday life? Or do we lose them, leave them behind us in the dust, for new children to find and take up?

Helen Hollick
Running, Dream, Children

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