Top 500 Sally Rooney Quotes (2024 Update)
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201. “I feel like the NSA agent reading these emails has the wrong impression of us, Marianne wrote once. They probably don’t know about the time you didn’t invite me to the Debs.”

— Sally Rooney

202. “While they were driving through Longford they had the radio on, it was playing a White Lies song that had been popular when they were at school, and without touching the dial or raising his voice to be heard over the sound of the radio Connell said: You know I love you.”

— Sally Rooney

203. “My ego had always been an issue.”

— Sally Rooney

204. “I think you’re wrong about the instinct for beauty. Human beings lost that when the Berlin Wall came down. I’m not going to get into another argument with you about the Soviet Union, but when it died so did history. I think of the twentieth century as one long question, and in the end we got the answer wrong. Aren’t we unfortunate babies to be born when the world ended? After that there was no chance for the planet, and no chance for us.”

— Sally Rooney

205. “It was in my nature to absorb large volumes of information during times of distress, like I could master the distress through intellectual dominance.”

— Sally Rooney

206. “If anything, his personality seemed like something external to himself, managed by the opinions of others, rather than anything he individually did or produced.”

— Sally Rooney

207. “Was I kind to others? It was hard to nail down an answer. I worried that if I did turn out to have a personality, it would be one of the unkind ones. Did I only worry about this question because as a woman I felt required to put the needs of others before my own? Was “kindness” just another term for submission in the face of conflict? These were the kind of things I wrote about in my diary as a teenager: as a feminist I have the right not to love anyone.”

— Sally Rooney

208. “Could he really do the gruesome things he does to her and believe at the same time that he’s acting out of love? Is the world such an evil place, that love should be indistinguishable from the basest and most abusive forms of violence?”

— Sally Rooney

209. “What’s left for them, then? There doesn’t seem to be a halfway position anymore. Too much has passed between them for that. So it’s over, and they’re just nothing? What would it even mean, to be nothing to her? He could avoid her, but as soon as he saw her again, even if they only glanced at one another outside a lecture hall, the glance could not contain nothing. He could never really want it to.”

— Sally Rooney

210. “My favourite part of the gospels was in Matthew, when Jesus said: love your enemies, bless those who curse you, do good to those who hate you, and pray for those who spitefully use you and persecute you. I shared in this desire for moral superiority over my enemies. Jesus always wanted to be the better person, and so did I. I underlined this passage in red pencil several times, to illustrate that I understood the Christian way of life.”

— Sally Rooney

211. “They hated each other and I mediated their mutual hatred in a way that made me feel successfully feminine.”

— Sally Rooney

212. “I seemed to have no power over what was happening, or what was gong to happen. It felt as if a long fever had broken and I simply had to lie there and wait for the illness to pass.”

— Sally Rooney

213. “He always reflexively imagined ways to cause himself extreme injury when he was distressed. It seemed to soothe him briefly, the act of imagining a much worse and more totalising pain than the one he really felt, maybe just the cognitive energy it required, the momentary break in his train of thought, but afterwards he would only feel worse.”

— Sally Rooney

214. “A searing anxiety developed inside me at this thought, in the same form it always took no matter what external stimulus triggered it: first the realization that I would die, then that everyone else would die, and then that the universe itself would eventually experience heat death, a kind of thought sequence that expanded outward endlessly in forms too huge to be contained inside my body.”

— Sally Rooney

215. “She said she found religious occasions, like funerals or weddings, ‘comforting in a kind of sedative way’. They’re communal, she said. There’s something nice about that for the neurotic individualist.”

— Sally Rooney

216. “When it rains, the city closes in.”

— Sally Rooney

217. “Each day, even each hour of each day, replaces and makes irrelevant the time before, and the events of our lives make sense only in relation to a perpetually updating timeline of news content.”

— Sally Rooney

218. “He finds himself rushing to the end of the conversation so they can hang up, and then he can retrospectively savor how much he likes seeing her, without the moment-to-moment pressure of having to produce the right expressions and say the right things. Just to see Helen, her beautiful face, her smile, and to know that she continues loving him, this puts the gift of joy into his day, and for hours he feels nothing but a light-headed happiness.”

— Sally Rooney

219. “I had left myself no one to confine in, no one who would feel any sympathy for what I’d done. And after all that, he was in love with someone else. I screwed my eyes shut and presses my head down hard into the pillow. I thought of the night before, when he told me that he wanted me, how it felt then. Just admit it, I thought. He doesn’t love you. That’s what hurts.”

— Sally Rooney

220. “It’s time you’ll never get back, Marianne adds. I mean, the time is real. The money is also real. Well, but the time is more real. Time consists of physics, money is just a social construct.”

— Sally Rooney

221. “Afterward I lay on my side with A Critique of Postcolonial Reason propped half-open on the pillow beside me. Occasionally I lifted a finger to turn the page and allowed the heavy and confusing syntax to drift down through my eyes and into my brain like fluid. I’m bettering myself, I thought. I’m going to become so smart that no one will understand me.”

— Sally Rooney

222. “To me it’s weird when animals pause because they seem so intelligent, but maybe that’s because I associate pausing with thought.”

— Sally Rooney

223. “He did gradually start to wonder why all their classroom discussions were so abstract and lacking in textual detail, and eventually he realized that most people were not actually doing the reading.”

— Sally Rooney

224. “The outside world touches against her outside skin, but not the other part of herself, inside.”

— Sally Rooney

225. “She’s missing some primal instinct, self-defense or self-preservation, which makes other human beings comprehensible. You lean in expecting resistance, and everything just falls away in front of you.”

— Sally Rooney

226. “I thought he was funny, I said. He hardly opened his mouth. Yeah, he had a humorous silence about him.”

— Sally Rooney

227. “At this point I felt a weird lack of self-recognition, and I realised that I couldn’t visualise my own face and body at all. It was like someone had lifted the end of an invisible pencil and just gently erased my entire appearance.”

— Sally Rooney

228. “Committee members of college clubs, who are dressed up in black tie very frequently, and who inexplicably believe that the internal workings of student societies are interesting to normal people.”

— Sally Rooney

229. “She thinks of Connell saying: People are a lot more knowable than they think they are. But still he has something she lacks, an inner life that does not include the other person.”

— Sally Rooney

230. “Although he takes pleasure in seeing her look good, he feels a special sympathy with her when she looks ill or her skin is bad, like when someone who’s usually very good at sports has a poor game. It makes her seem nicer somehow.”

— Sally Rooney

231. “Marianne is so happy for Joanna and Evelyn that she feels lucky even to see them together, even to hear Joanna on the phone to Evelyn saying cheerfully: Okay, I love you, see you later. It gives Marianne a window onto real happiness, though a window she cannot open herself or ever climb through.”

— Sally Rooney

232. “He always reflexively imagined ways to cause himself extreme injury when he was distressed.”

— Sally Rooney

233. “Connell was laughing at nothing, just because so much excitement demanded some kind of outward expression and he didn’t want to cry.”

— Sally Rooney

234. “Now she knows that in the intervening years Connell has been growing slowly more adjusted to the world, a process of adjustment that has been steady if sometimes painful, while she herself has been degenerating, moving further and further from wholesomeness, becoming something unrecognisably debased, and they have nothing left in common at all.”

— Sally Rooney

235. “I tell myself that I want to live a happy life, and that the circumstances for happiness just haven’t arisen. But what if that’s not true? What if I’m the one who can’t let myself be happy?”

— Sally Rooney

236. “Soon she will be packing things into suitcases: woolen jumpers, skirts, her two silk dresses. A set of teacups and saucers patterned with flowers. A hairdryer, a frying pan, four white cotton towels. A coffeepot. The objects of a new existence.”

— Sally Rooney

237. “The whole time we were together, why didn’t you tell me any of this? I don’t know. I suppose I didn’t want you to think I was damaged or something. I was probably afraid you wouldn’t want me anymore.”

— Sally Rooney

238. “It’s funny the decisions you make because you like someone he says, and then your whole life is different. I think we’re at the weird age where life can change a lot from small decisions. But you’ve been a very good influence on me overall, like I definitely am a better person now, I think. Thanks to you.”

— Sally Rooney

239. “If you weren’t my friend I wouldn’t know who I was, she said.”

— Sally Rooney

240. “It’s so hard to see the point sometimes, when the things in life I think are meaningful turn out to mean nothing, and the people who are supposed to love me don’t.”

— Sally Rooney

241. “I can’t imagine what my life would look like if I cared what people thought of me.”

— Sally Rooney

242. “I just think about the goodness of you as a person. And since you like me, or you love me, I must be okay. I can feel that feeling inside myself even now while I’m describing it to you. It’s like, when everything is really bad, it’s this one small feeling the size of an acorn, and it’s inside me, here.”

— Sally Rooney

243. “Who even gets married? said Bobbi. It’s sinister. Who wants state apparatuses sustaining their relationship?”

— Sally Rooney

244. “I’m not a religious person but sometimes I do think God made you for me.”

— Sally Rooney

245. “I know you don’t like to see upset by things. But it’s not a sign of weakness to have feelings.”

— Sally Rooney

246. “She smiled, rubbed at her nose. He unzipped his black puffer jacket and put it over her shoulders. They were standing very close. She would have lain on the ground and let him walk over her body if he wanted, he knew that.”

— Sally Rooney

247. “He did gradually start to wonder why all their classroom discussions were so abstract and lacking in textual detail, and eventually he realised that most people were not actually doing the reading. They were coming into college every day to have heated debates about books they had not read. He understands now that his classmates are not like him. It’s easy for them to have opinions, and to express them with confidence. They don’t worry about appearing ignorant or conceited.”

— Sally Rooney

248. “Things that are over aren’t the same as things that never happened.”

— Sally Rooney

249. “When I look back at those years, I feel touched and almost pained by the simplicity of the life I was living, because I knew what I had to do, and I did it, that was all.”

— Sally Rooney

250. “Life is the thing you bring with you inside your own head. I might as well be lying here, breathing the vile dust of the carpet onto my lungs, gradually feeling my right arm go numb under the weight of my body, because it’s essentially the same as every other possible experience;.”

— Sally Rooney