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Suddenly I can’t bear being near him anymore. I can’t bear seeing his generous, brave face, his woodland eyes, his everything... and knowing that they can’t be mine.

I feel a blinding shaft of terror, which I tell myself to ignore, as my brain will often try to send me messages that are untrue and I do not have to listen to them. This is lesson one at St. John’s: your brain is an idiot.

He feels like fun. He feels like cleverness and irreverence and wit and charm, all packaged up in a long, lean frame.

Husband disappeared? Order in your lover instead.

But at the same time, my resolve is hardening like lacquer. I’m taking time out, but I’m not giving up. I mean, I’m only in my twenties; am I going to let one setback crush my ambition? No.

She somehow understands that I have to know how Seb is, because I feel this strange, inextricable link to him. Which isn’t a relationship – God, of course not. We’re not even friends, really. It’s just... it’s a different kind of thing. A yearning. A tugging in my heart. A need to be with him and know that he’s OK. I mean, what would you call that?

Every promotion requires you to do less of the thing you originally wanted to do.

One of my major rules of life is: You should listen to your body. Your body is wise. Your body knows.

But the trouble with asking your subconscious what it wants is, it just laughs at you and says, ‘Work it out for yourself, moron.

I know exactly what Luke’s doing. He’s trying to push me and Suze together so we can make up. Which is really sweet of him. But I feel like a panda being told to mate with another panda that clearly doesn’t fancy me.

She’s not talking to me. She’s talking to the Imaginary Daily Mail Judge, who constantly watches her life and gives it marks out of ten.

If I ran the country there’d be courses in things that you’d actually use your whole life. Like: How to do eyeliner. How to fill in a tax return. What to do when your loo blocks and your dad isn’t answering the phone and you’re about to have a party.

She says screens are the cigarettes of our age. They’re toxic, and we’re only going to realize the damage they’re doing when it’s too late.

Sometimes I worry my ideas might dry up’, he says, an odd tone to his voice. ‘I’m not sure who I’d be without them. Sometimes I think I’m really just an empty vessel floating about, downloading ideas and not much else.

Well, I don’t howl. Not quite. But I feel like howling.

Everyone should keep a dream journal, did you know that?

I think I’ve finally worked out how to feel good about life. Every time you see someone’s bright-and-shiny, remember: They have their own crappy truths too. Of course they do.

I’m not quite sure if he’s talking to me or to himself, but every word he says feels like a drop of Wise Potion. I want to hear more. I want him to tell me all the answers to life.

You have no idea how many people there are in the world until you start getting freaked out by them.

But here’s the thing, if you’re responsible for someone’s money, you’ve got to be able to ask questions. Doesn’t matter if you sound stupid.

I can’t move. I’m paralyzed in the middle of the street, like the donkey in that Aesop’s fable who couldn’t choose between the bales of hay. They’ll find me in years to come, still frozen to the spot, clutching my credit card.

How many divorces are caused by the word nothing? I think this would be a very interesting statistic.

And the point is, it’s something to aspire to, something to hope for. One day my life will match my Instagram posts. One day!

The trouble is, I’m sorry doesn’t power anything. It drags you down.

When they expect you to give up, that’s when you should put your foot down and double speed.

He leans forward, and this time there’s no hesitation. His mouth lands on mine, sweet and firm. He’s kissing me. Jack.

But I’m sick of this bloody jagged graph. You know, two steps up, one step down. It’s so painful. It’s so slow. It’s like this endless game of snakes and ladders.” And Mum just looked at me as if she wanted to laugh or maybe cry, and said, “But Audrey, that’s what life is. We’re all on a jagged graph. I know I am. Up a bit, down a bit. That’s life.

I think your smile looks like an orange segment.

Every time you see someone’s bright-and-shiny, remember: They have their own crappy truths too.

I learned that failing doesn’t mean you are a failure; it just means you’re a human being.

Because the thing about letting people into your heart is, you can just push them out again. Easy.

It’s amazing how an otherwise intelligent person can become a credulous fool as soon as you mention the words “organic,” “authentic,” and “Gweneth Paltrow.

If love is easy, you’re not doing it right.

But sometimes it’s hard to bear his disappointment at life as well as my own.

She has amazing eyebrows. Some people are just granted amazing eyebrows, and she’s one of them.

But I’ve had a lot of time to think about this, and if you ask me, most people underestimate eyes. For a start they’re powerful. They have range. You focus on someone thirty metres away, through a whole bunch of people, and they know you’re looking at them. What other bit of human anatomy can do that?

Everyone knows, the point of an interview is not to demonstrate who you are, but to pretend to be whatever sort of person they want for the job.

But what can you do about mistakes except think, Won’t do that again, and move forward?

You keep saying ‘I’m fine’ to people when you’re not fine. You think you should be fine. You keep saying to yourself: ‘Why aren’t I fine?

People change. Life changes. It’s the way of the world. Maybe it’s meant to be.

I had a choice: Follow my heart or don’t break his. I think in the end I broke a bit of both our hearts.

Bloody heads and hearts, never match up, do they?

Have you ever shaken up a compass and seen the arrow whirling around, trying to find a place to settle?” says Alex abruptly. “Well, that’s my brain. It’s all over the place.

Which is just grief, I guess. I’ve decided that grief is like a newborn baby. It knocks you for six. It takes over your brain with its incessant cry. It stops you sleeping or eating or functioning, and everyone says, “Hang in there, it gets easier.” What they don’t say is, “Two years on, you’ll think it’s got easier, but then, out of the blue, you’ll hear a certain tune in the supermarket and start sobbing.

Whoever started the rumor that life has to be perfect is a very wicked person, if you ask me.

But nothing changes if nothing changes. I saw that slogan on a T-shirt the other day, and it really resonated. I’ve changed. My horizons have shifted, And if I want to keep growing and changing, I need to challenge myself.

Because it’s human nature to hope for impossible things.

But you’re also fragile. Imagine a mended china plate which hasn’t quite set.

You can’t even communicate in English. Real life is not a series of levels.

Commuting in London is basically warfare. It’s a constant campaign of claiming territory; inching forward; never relaxing for a moment. Because if you do, someone will step past you. Or step on you.

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