Quotes from Santa Montefiore

I'm sure love would cure him. He needs someone to love him and look after him.' 'We all need that

I read a lot. I read everything. Novels, hundreds of novels. You learn a lot about human nature through literature.

Because beautiful things always make us sad,' she replied, closing her eyes and nestling her head against his. 'Why?' 'Because we can't hold onto them forever.' 'No, because they're transient, like a rainbow or a sunset. Nothing beautiful lasts. Or perhaps because they remind us of where we came from and our spirits long to return

When a heart breaks it makes no noise. There are no outward signs, no rash, no bruising. Only a strange calmness that takes over when there are no more tears to shed and no more voice left to howl one's greed into the silence and the resignation that numbs one's senses like a drug, for how else would one be able to go on? People survive in spite of themselves.

It's only after people die that we realise how much we love them. We must wait until then to show him how much he means to us all.

Jíj bent je leven. Dus je leven is waar je bent.

Je leven is niet iets wat je achter je kunt laten of waar je voor weg kunt lopen. Want je leven, dat ben je zelf. Mensen... dat is een heel ander verhaal. Voor mensen kun je weglopen.

Volgens mij heeft een mens twee opties. - Namelijk? Of je aanvaardt de dingen zoals ze zijn. En door dat te doen, door je oprecht bij een situatie neer te leggen, ben je niet langer ongelukkig. Of je probeert de bestaande situatie te veranderen.

En waarom zou je geen appel van de boom mogen plukken en opeten om het simpele plezier van de smaak en niet omdat je van plan bent de beste appeltaart te bakken die iemand ooit heeft gemaakt?

Je moet niet verdrietig worden van het verleden. Of moedeloos van de toekomst. Je moet je concentreren op het heden. Als dat goed zit, komt de toekomst vanzelf.

Why was she so ready to forfeit her own happiness when no one demanded it of her, only her own misplaced sense of duty?

shadows, no death, and the man who had once lusted for blood had vanished. Bobby looked across at him and smiled. 'Sure feels good, doesn't it?' he said into his speaker. 'Better than anything else in the world.' PART TWO Chapter 25 Frognal Point 1963 Faye sat listening

Nothing remains the same. Everything moves on in the end. Even us. Death is nothing more than another change.

Life is an adventure. Anything in the world is possible—by will and by luck, with a moist carrot, a wet nose, and a slice of mad courage!

I've one foot in the grave and the other on a bar of soap.