Quotes from Freya North

Tell me that you refuse to allow me to be so stupid. Tell me that you will not tolerate this relationship being over just when it was on the verge of really taking off.

how can he love me then not? He went,he ran. And I cannot bring him back. Yet I left the door metaphorically wide open, hoping he'd come back and bang on it proclaiming, "I want to be here with you. Always." Soon I'm going to have to shutit. For my safety and my sanity. Let go. I don't want to. Won't letting go be just that - letting go? Giving up? Admitting failure? Admitting that it is really, truly over?

She liked him. She liked the feeling of liking him. She felt light and smiley and too full of excitement to think of anything else.

Tell me that you refuse to allow me to be so stupid. Tell me that you will not tolerate this relationship being over just when it was on the verge of really taking off.

It's not a persons mistakes which define them - it's the way they make amends.

She didn't want to be reminded of her past or how different her present was from the future she'd taken for granted.

I was clinging to all that had been and, in an ideal world, all that we had hoped for. He, he wanted out.

Am I falling in love? She thought, is it safe to do so with this man? She thought, I don't need to answer.

In life we have to size up the chances and calculate the possible risks and our ability to deal with them and then make our plans accordingly.

It's just the world seems a very spacious place without him.

His version of 'real' love isn't sufficient for me, I don't think anyone should settle for so little. It wasn't love - not in the true sense. On my part, it was neediness, insecurity, dependence, habit - desperate to feel loved by a man who was often ambivalent towards me.

They did the whole lingering gaze thing, following it with the glancing-away, smiling-knowingly routine. She felt vivacious, a feeling she remembered, she was enjoying the self-confidence, the larkiness.

That's the beauty about love. It's not about give-and-take - it's about feeling safe in one's needs - wanting to be looked after as much as wanting to look after.

I am a terrible judge of character' "I don't think so. You just need to take note of FACTS from the outset, not feelings.

She was tired of people saying things they thought she wanted to hear almost as much as she dreaded them saying the things she didn't want to listen to.

It's chemical, fancying him is purely chemical. It's intoxicating - the frisson, the attraction - it's intoxicating because it's purely chemical. But you'll just have to remember the wedding ring - divorcees don't wear wedding rings. This guy has his own Vita at home. You're his potential Suzie. Is that who you want to be? Do you want the next man in your life to have Tim's principles?

It wasn't about opening her mind, it was about closing down the racket of thoughts and opening up her body. She was tingling and throbbing and hot, not so much from her desire specifically for rick, as from a very physical yearning for human touch, to be wanted and ravished by another person after such a long period without. His attention, his hunger, was the thrill; it was an ego massage which in itself was better than her breasts being fondled.

Currently she was midway through a bittersweet David Nicholls novel that any other time might well have made her self-indulgently reflective.

For example,' Tess continued, 'Christmas just gone, they went skiing. I mean, I don't ski, I couldn't have afforded the trip and I couldn't have gone with Em being so little. But I wasn't invited anyway. So it did mean I didn't have plans for Christmas.

been peculiarly downplayed.

peace isn't just where there is no noise, no trouble, no hard work. Peace is when you can be in the midst of all those things and still be calm.

Nothing will ever be the same again.

However, the same old problem remained: relinquishing a cheque to her fetid bank account. It was like a bog. A cheque would be sucked down until the surface closed over and it looked no different from before. However, asking her sister for a postal order was one thing. Asking Joe for cash again was another. It didn't make her feel cheap; it just made her feel poor. And that decimated her self-esteem.

I love them, I hate them, I'm proud of them, I envy them, I miss them, I want to hear about everything and I don't want them to forget me.