Eudora Honeysett Quotes

Eudora stands back and appraises what’s left of her life. It doesn’t look like much, but then what are humans when it comes down to it? We arrive with nothing, accumulate far too much, and leave with nothing.

Life is precious and as long as we have a reason to continue, we should follow that path.

All shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of thing shall be well.

Eudora Honeysett is invisible, and she doesn’t care one jot. She has lived her life as best she can. She is ready for the next step, the final destination, or whatever half-baked euphemism people insist on using these days. Death. The end. She’s rather looking forward to it. It may be a black hole or, if she’s lucky, she’ll be reunited with all the people she’s ever loved.

People don't talk about death. Not really. People fear it. Ignore it. Deny it. They're happy to blow one another's heads off in those infernal video games or devour horrific films where people are murdered in the most gruesome of ways, while refusing to face the reality of what death is or to have a grown-up discussion about what it means.

I always used to think it was silly when people said life was short, but I completely get that now. We're here for such a limited time. The least we can do is try to be kind to the people around us. Humans seem to forget that so easily.

Why is life so sad sometimes?"..."Perhaps it's the universe's way of making you appreciate the happier times

I am eighty-five years old. I am old and tired and alone. I have nothing I want to do and no one I want to see. I am not depressed, merely done with life. I don’t want to end up dribbling in an old people’s home, wearing adult nappies in front of a shouting television. I want to leave this world with dignity and respect.

Maggie continues. “I always used to think it was silly when people said life was short, but I completely get that now. We’re here for such a limited time. The least we can do is try to be kind to the people around us. Humans seem to forget that so easily.” Eudora is swept along by her words, as if a great truth has unexpectedly landed at her feet. “If only more people shared this sentiment.

She's wryly amused by the world's innate ability to deny death. But wholly unsurprised, too. People are too busy staring at their telephones, endlessly searching for some truth that will never come. Idly sniggering at infantile video clips of goodness knows what, never stopping to notice the universe around them, or the people in it.

All shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of thing shall be well. All is well.

There’s great comfort in kindness. I value it above almost everything else these days. Do you know what I mean?

She wanted to be as good at dying as she’d been at living.