The Woman in Black Arthur Kipps Quotes

it was as though she was searching for something she wanted, needed—must have, more than life itself, and which had been taken from her. (5.24)

In Scotland, a son was born to her and she wrote of him with a desperate, clinging affection. (9.35)

…when they began again it was at first in passionate outrage and protest, later, in quiet, resigned bitterness. Pressure was being exerted upon her to give up the child for adoption… (9.35)

But the feelings that must accompany the death of someone as close to my heart and bound up with my own being as it was possible to be, I knew then, in the nursery of Eel Marsh House. (11.19)

But it seemed most likely that only a blood relation would have given, or rather, been forced to give her illegitimate child for adoption to another woman… (11.64)

Her passionate love for her child and her isolation with it, her anger and the way she at first fought bitterly against and finally, gave despairingly in to the course proposed to her, filled me with sadness and sympathy. (11.65)

It was for Jennet Eliza Humfrye, spinster, aged thirty-six years. The cause of death was given simply as "heart failure." (11.69)

She was not welcome at her parents' house and the man—the child's father—had gone abroad for good. (11.105)

But Jennet was so distressed that she threatened violence and in the very end the sister relented—just so far… (11.106)

When she went about the streets, people drew back. Children were terrified of her. She died eventually. She died in hatred and misery. (11.115)

Minutes later, they were receding across the causeway, smaller and smaller figures in the immensity and wideness of marsh and sky… (5.15)

But for today I had had enough. Enough of solitude and no sound save the water and the moaning wind and the melancholy calls of the birds, enough of monotonous grayness, enough of this gloomy old house. (5.39)

Behind me, out on the marshes, all was still and silent; save for that movement of the water, the pony and trap might never have existed. (6.9)

I sat up paralyzed, frozen, in the bed, conscious only of the dog and of the prickling of my own skin and of what suddenly seemed a different kind of silence, ominous and dreadful. (9.20)

And then, with an awful cry of realization, I knew. There was no visitor—or at least no real, human visitor—no Keckwick. (9.48)

there was only emptiness, an open door, a neatly made bed and a curious air of sadness, of something lost, missing, so that I myself felt a desolation, a grief in my own heart. (9.66)

I must have a candle, some light, however faint and frail, to keep me company. (10.14)

I ran as I have never run before, heedless of my own safety, desperate to go to the aid of the brave, bright little creature who had given me such consolation and cheer in that desolate spot. (10.27)

I felt a second of pure despair, alone in the middle of the wide marsh, under the fast-moving, stormy sky, with only water all around me and that dreadful house the only solid thing for miles around. (10.28)

It was one of what I can only describe… as a desperate, yearning malevolence… (5.24)