Quotes from Marian Keyes

He didn't even attempt to smile and I knew then that I had lost him.

arrived here he was still only a senator.

He'd refused to sack Honey Monster Shauna after she'd mistakenly included an extra zero in Gaelic Knitting and people ended up knitting christening shawls that were seventeen feet long instead of three.

If he says he doesn't love you anymore and does love this other woman, you've got to accept it. Maybe he will come back, maybe he won't, but either way, you've got to live through this.

As they say in New York, Get over it and, if you can't get over it, Get over talking about it.

If it was that beautiful, why did I leave you

I'll be fifty and, seriously, what's the age when a person finally feels safe and secure? Because I really thought it would have happened by now.

He's a waiter, not a Mafia stooge, so what's he going to do? Black pepper them to death? Compliment them into a coma? Run them over with the dessert trolley?

there is no bogeyman,' Craig said confidently. 'Mummy said.' Ted reconsidered. Surely something must scare him? Ok, if you don't go to sleep, Mick Hucknall will come and get you.' 'What's that?' 'I'll show you.' Ted nipped downstairs, grabbed the CD and ran back up. ...

Love is blind, there was no doubt about it. In Tara's case it was also deaf, dumb, dyslexic, had a bad hip and the beginnings of Alzheimer's.

Don't make the mistake of letting pride get in the way of forgiveness. You still love him. He still loves you. Don't throw it all away just because your feelings are hurt.

Do I mind being called a chick-lit writer? Well, it's not the worst thing that could happen.

I used to feel defensive when people would say, 'Yes, but your books have happy endings', as if that made them worthless, or unrealistic. Some people do get happy endings, even if it's only for a while. I would rather never be published again than write a downbeat ending.

Love is blind, there was no doubt about it. In Tara's case it was also deaf, dumb, dyslexic, had a bad hip and the beginnings of Alzheimer's

Love and kindness go hand in hand.

I'm quite introverted but I'm not shy.

I'm not looking for pity, I'm really not, but I'm constantly uneasy and every day it is pretty much like getting up and going to war. Once I shift into the mindset of 'Yeah, you're alive. It's tough. Let's do what we can today,' it's easier.

Love is an emotion. It can't be seen or touched, and it is experienced differently by everyone, therefore it is difficult to measure.

Her world had shrunk - no matter who she was with, she'd prefer to be with him. That's what happened when you fell in love - you only want to see them.

At 30 I thought my life was over. I thought I'd have made something of myself by then, that life would somehow have made the necessary arrangements - but actually I had nothing.

Although will never love anyone again, don't want to become bitter. Or creative.

I am prone to despair. We are all born with a particular personality. I get afraid and then I don't want to leave the house.

Bizarrely, I actually feel safer the older I get, like people will expect less from me, and I can become more and more invisible, yet more and more eccentric.

Medically speaking, there is no such thing as a nervous breakdown. Which is very annoying to discover when you're right in the middle of one.