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It’s not about finding Mr Right, or that sort of conventional ending, but I do want my characters to have hope – and that’s what I do with all my stories.

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Rushing, rushing, rushing. We are always rushing.

He’s a simple man only I don’t really believe that. Nobody who says as little as he does, is as simple as you’d think. It takes a lot to not say a lot, because when you’re not talking, you’re thinking and he thinks a lot.

Maybe you’re not difficult to live with at all, maybe you’re just a busy, successful, beautiful woman who won’t settle for anything but the best.

I prefer this version of me, yet I became this way because I lost him. If I ever had the power to undo everything, I wouldn’t want to unravel who I’ve become.

You showed me that doing simple things are all you need as long as you’re doing them with someone who wants to be with you.

Well, I’ll tell you one thing, you can give him all the help in the world, but unless he learns to fend for himself, it’ll be useless.

In one second, almost two and a half million emails are sent, the universe expands fifteen kilometres and thirty stars explode, a honey bee can flap its wings two hundred times, the fastest snail travels 1.3 centimetres, objects can fall sixteen feet, and ‘Will you marry me?’ can change a life.

Everything comes at a cost to others, most of the time at a cost to ourselves.

They say it gets easier,’ he smiled. ‘So they say,’ Holly said grimly. ‘Apparently gallons of tea do the trick.

I must stop feeling so deeply but I must not be numb; I must move on but I must not forget; I must be happy but not reject sadness; I must embrace but not cling; I must deal with but not dwell on; I must confront but not attack; I must eliminate but not annihilate; I must be gentle with myself but I must be strong.

I’m in competition with myself. Always have been. It’s up to me to be as good as I can be.

You can’t know everything by looking at me. You can never know by looking at someone.

I found a new and surprising strength inside of me, I found it at the bottom of a dark and lonely place, but I found it. And unfortunately, that’s where we find most of life’s treasures. After digging, toiling in the darkness and dire, we finally hit something concrete. I learned that rock bottom can actually be a springboard.

I am just a chapter in your life, there will be many more.

It was comforting to know she wasn’t alone in feeling alone.

Inveniam viam – I shall either find a way or make one.

You can’t replace people, Paul, you’ll never be replaced, but you can replace roles.

You’re always sorry ‘after’ you do something. You never think about how they feel or how you’d feel ‘before’.

Now let me teach you another thing about my daughter. I love her very much but she has the ability to hide as expertly as a sock in a washing machine. No one knows where it goes, just as no one knows where she goes, but at least when she decides to come back, we’re all here, waiting for her.

Wanting everything that’s mine to actually be mine and not at the mercy of others and their mistakes.

I never believed in God. Not even at school when my priestly teacher drummed the fear and the guilt into us. I believed that he believed it, all right, but I thought he was mad. Delusional. I thought if somebody had to force you that much to believe in something then it wasn’t worth believing, that it wasn’t natural, you know?

It’s funny how people mark their lives, the benchmarks they choose to decide when the moment is more of a moment than any other. For life is made of them. I like to think the best ones of all are in my mind, that they run through my blood in their own memory bank for no one else but me to see.

It doesn’t matter where you are in the world because it’s about where you are up here,′ she touched the side of her head lightly. ‘It’s about the other world I inhabit. The world of dreams, hope, imagination and memories. I’m happy up here,’ she tapped her temple again and smiled, ‘and because of that I’m happy up here too.’ She held out her arms and displayed the countryside around her...

But you are proof that you can think you know someone yet never really know them at all.

Her mind. It was far stronger than any muscle in her body.

So you do read the papers. Usually kids your age need a bomb up their backsides, but it’s good to see you’ve got your wits about you.

We want to control our deaths, our goodbye to the world, and if we can’t control is, we can at least control how we leave it behind.

This wash’t how people spoke to each other. Where was the pretense that we liked each other, that we were both happy to be there, and we’d meet again?

I should have been afraid, walking through a mountainside in the dark by myself. Instead I felt safe, surrounded by the songs of birds, engulfed by the scents of sweet moss and pine, and cocooned in a mist that contained a little bit of magic.

It is time of which we do not have enough; it is time that causes the war within our hearts, and so we must spend it wisely.

And while positivity is the seed of many a great thing, wishful thinking alone doesn’t make a good foundation for marriage.

I think life likes to do that every now and again. Every so often it likes to dip and when you feel like you can’t take any more it smoothes out again.

You can celebrate the love you had instead of hiding from it.

Sometimes the very thing I am looking for is staring me straight in the face, but I can’t see it.

I’m sure it’s like you writing a story. If you don’t care, how can the reader?

The world went on, simple as that, and there was no bubble big enough to protect her.

All thoughts about myself now begin with perhaps... because I’m having to think about myself in ways I never did before and I’m not sure if I’m right in my thinking about these things.

That is who I am supposed to be, how I am identified and recorded for all time, but I am neither of those things.

People do whatever the hell they want to do at any age they fancy. Last month you were thirty-five. That means you’re five years from forty. Do you think that the day you reach forty you will be any different than you were at thirty-nine or forty-one for that matter? People create little ideas about ages so they can write silly self-help books, stick stupid comments in birthday cards, create names for internet chat rooms and look for excuses for crisis that are happening in their life.

The moon made me do it.

We are constantly evolving; I suppose I have always known that, I feared stopping, and it is ironic that it was only when I finally stopped that I moved the most. I know now that we never truly stop, our journey is never complete, because we will continue to flourish – just as when the caterpillar thought the world was over, it became a butterfly.

The more time she is spending around people, the more she discovers of her own character failures. In the cottage she was generous, she was kind, she was positive. In this world new sides of her are emerging and she doesn’t like it. She thought she was a better person than this.

I feel now like I’m living in a goldfish bowl and all I can see and hear from every window in my home is you. You, you, you.

The fear was there; it was there all the time, but it was merely disguised as something else for others to see.

When a member of the family leaves or dies, it changes the dynamics of a family. People move and shift, take up places they either wanted to have or are forced into roles they never wanted. It happens without anybody noticing, but it’s shifting all the time.

She also wants the freedom to be able to act as she deems appropriate, without fearing or dreading the feedback, the sensing the disapproval and disappointment. Of always letting him down. Of having to check herself. She doesn’t want any more cold air between them, but mostly she doesn’t like to have to second-guess herself at a job that she knows she’s more than capable of doing.

The same highly unlikely thing never happens to the same person twice.

She longs for him to be here, but knows it was she who walked away from him. It’s her fault he’s not here.

I mourned for a life that I’d lost.

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