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She was tired of hugging pillows, counting on blankets for warmth, and reliving romantic moments only in her dreams. She was tired of hoping that every day would hurry so she could get on to the next. Hoping that it would be a better day, an easier day. But it never was. Worked, paid the bills, and went to bed but never slept. Each morning the weight on her shoulders got heavier and heavier and each morning she wished for night to fall quickly so she could return to her bed to hug her pillows and wrap herself in the warmth of her blankets.
Cecelia Ahern
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I don't know why, but there's always the part of you, the part that hides in the shadows protecting the self-destruct button, that doesn't ever want to leave the dark behind.
Cecelia Ahern
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If miracles had chemical equations then everyone would believe.
Cecelia Ahern
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Not like a heart, which let people in without permission, held them in a special place she never had any say in and then yearned for them to remain there longer than they planned.
Cecelia Ahern
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Day-to-day things, the mundane, are what keeps the motor running. How extraordinary the ordinary really is, a tool we all use to keep going, a template for sanity.
Cecelia Ahern
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Sometimes wrong numbers are the right numbers
Cecelia Ahern
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I lost my dad. He lost his tomorrows and I lost all the tomorrows with him. You could say that now, I appreciate them when they come. Now, I want to make them the best they can possibly be.
Cecelia Ahern
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To mention it was to ask a favor and that as you were too generous, and as for her to ask was always to have, she wouldn't
Cecelia Ahern
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In truth, we're all just pottering, filling the time that we have here, only we like to make ourselves feel bigger by compiling lists of importance.
Cecelia Ahern
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Life... It's a great and terrible and short and endless thing. None of us come out of it alive.
Cecelia Ahern
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I would love to write a mystery - a romantic, funny mystery.
Cecelia Ahern
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That was other thing i hated about kids; they always said th exact things that deep dpwn you already knew, would never admit, and most certainly never wanted to hear.
Cecelia Ahern
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You know, sarcasm is the lowest form of wit.' 'And yet it is still extremely funny.
Cecelia Ahern
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I want a character to wake up one day and feel like, I can face it. That, to me, is happy. I want the characters to rescue themselves, though you use the relationships you have, to make you strong enough to be able to do that.
Cecelia Ahern
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.. then when the hurt goes, anger takes its place; when the anger runs out of system, loneliness steps in to take over. it's a never ending circle of emotions; every lost emotion being replaced by another.
Cecelia Ahern
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they worry about my sanity i join with them on that
Cecelia Ahern
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Sometimes, people can go missing right before our very eyes.Sometimes, people can discover you, even though they've been looking at you the entire time. Sometimes, we lose sight of ourselves when we're not paying enough attention.
Cecelia Ahern
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Love was one of those feelings that you could never control.
Cecelia Ahern
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Yes it's difficult. Yes it's horrible. Yes it's the worst thing that has ever happen in my whole life. But I just can't give up.
Cecelia Ahern
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Hundreds of butts in piles on the ground to mark the spot, their lives sucked out of them by their users in panicked distressed frenzy, their souls floating around the insides of lungs while their outsides were dropped, stamped on and deserted
Cecelia Ahern
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Their plan had been very simple: to stay together for the rest of their lives.
Cecelia Ahern
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Deep down, underneath all his layers of stupidity, he’s a really good man. He may act out far too many selfish thoughts, says all the wrong things at all the wrong times, but behind closed doors he’s a best friend. I understand that he has idiotic tendencies and I can still love him for it. He may not be someone that you feel comfortable sitting next to at a dinner party but for me, he’s someone that I feel comfortable sharing my life with.
Cecelia Ahern
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There were hundreds of them spread across the floor, each telling its own tale of triumph or sadness, each letter representing a phase in her life. She had kept them all.
Cecelia Ahern
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To new beginnings. To the pursuit of...somethingness.
Cecelia Ahern
