Quotes by : Catherine Cookson

The Girl was gone, buried in the past. She never wanted to hear that name again. She was a woman for....

You make your son out to be to be almost an idiot; well let me tell you something, Mrs Loan, if he were....

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

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

And, like the prodigal son, he had returned broken in body and also in mind to the house where he had....

Oh God, I'm sorry I bring trouble on people. I don't mean to, you know that, you know that. And don't....

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

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

From the hills in the early dawn,Small, thin, mist-wreathed, she came upon him;Hair sodden to the brow,Eyes....