Quotes from Santa Montefiore

You bite the bullet and get on with it. One can't expect to be happy all the time ... You expect to be happy, as if it's a right. It's not a right. It's a bonus. The cherry on the cake.

I agree. Each book is like a little world. You can carry it in your hand, and, yet, the space it creates in your mind is infinite.

Your life isn't something you can leave behind or run away from, because you are it. People, on the other hand, are another matter altogether.

We're not human beings having a spiritual experience, but spirits having a human experience.

because in spite of the most terrible suffering, the heart goes on loving; that is the beauty of love.

She was an original ... She was an eccentric. She'd come alive like a fire, telling funny stories and entertaining everyone, then she'd suddenly run out of fuel, make her excuses and leave. You always knew when she'd had enough. Those that didn't would find themselves talk to the walls.

I like things to be clearly defined. Trouble brews when the lines are blurred. When people don't know where they stand.

I expect you to get up in the morning, the rest is a surprise!

Maar het hart kan nooit vergeten en wonden kunnen nooit echt helemaal genezen.

Money solves nothing but it eases everything.

There was nothing like losing something to make one value its worth.

Ze moet het huis uit, en haar hoofd uit. Zolang we in een bekende omgeving zijn, blijven we hangen in ons hoofd, met al die onzinnige gedachten waar we niets mee opschieten. In het buitenlans léven we in onze zintuigen; dan nemen we al die nieuwe en prachtige taferelen, geuren en geluiden in ons op. We stijgen uit boven het zinloze gepruttel van onze gedachten en leven volkomen in het nu. Fairfield Park -

find the experience of diving into a new world the most exhilarating of sensations," he said. "I agree. Each book is like a little world. You can carry it in your hand, and, yet, the space it creates in your mind is infinite." He

The Now is the only thing that is real, anyway

way and the summer sun was blazing. She wondered whether he should take off his sweater. He lined up his club, patting

Whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap.

it is only through forgiveness that wrongs can be put right.

She was one of those shallow people who rewrote their own history and believed in the absolute truth of their own version.

He said every time you look at a sunset and feel an expansion in your chest, that's the Divine in you recognizing the Divine in nature.

Ik keer me naar de kist. De kist met mijn dood, niet mijn leven. Want mijn leven, dat ben ik, en ik ben eeuwig. Toch kent niemand de waarheid: dat ik voor hen sta als een actrice die na haar laatste applaus het toneel verlaat. Mijn kostuum en mijn masker liggen in de kist, en iedereen denkt dat ik het ben.

I realize then what hell is. Not a land of fire and torture in the center of the planet, but a land of fire and torture in the center of one's soul.

The lighthouse stood defiant against the onslaught of wind and wave, like a knight in a white tunic refusing to surrender even though he is shot through with bullets and his ribs are laid bare.

Celeste had haar verdriet nog geen plaats weten te geven. Het had haar overweldigd, haar overspoeld als een gruwelijke vloedgolf van pijn en verdriet waardoor een onneembare barrière was ontstaan, een slotgracht die haar insloot en die voor niemand te overbruggen was.

You are your life, so your life is wherever you are.