Quotes from Matt Haig

Sometimes regrets aren't based on fact at all. Sometimes regrets are just . . .' She searched for the appropriate term

True knowledge exists in knowing that you know nothing - Socrates

get off the fucking road you fucking wanker

Maar als je op zoek bent naar de zin van het leven zul je nooit leven,' zei hij wijs. (Camus)

Overloaded neurons on a nervous planet

Maybe you are a road, not a destination. That is fine. Be a road. But make sure it's one with something to look at out of the window.

Magic was useless by itself. Making impossibilities possibilities was harder than it looked.

And that sadness is intrinsically part of the fabric of happiness.

El pasado y el futuro son mitos. El pasado no es más que un presente muerto y el futuro, en cualquier caso, nunca existirá, porque para cuando uno llega al futuro ya se ha convertido en presente.

I know that some of you reading this are convinced humans are a myth, but I am here to state that they do actually exist. For those that don't know, a human is a real bipedal lifeform of mid-range intelligence, living a largely deluded existence on a small water-logged planet in a very lonely corner of the universe.

Never underestimate the big importance of small things, Mrs Elm had said.

Als je je zorgen maakt om de dingen die je niet weet, zoals de toekomst, helpt het om te denken aan dingen die je wél weet.

We can eat healthily, exercise and live sensibly but we will still age. Our 80th birthday will still be on the same date. Sure, we can make it more likely we will reach 80, but we can't stop the wheels of time. And that certainty is actually quite reassuring.

A música não entra. Ela já está lá dentro. A música simplesmente descobre o que já está lá, faz com que sinta emoções que não sabia ter dentro de si e sai correndo acordando a todas. Um renascimento, por assim dizer.

Me sentaba a la luz de la mesita de noche para leer durante unas dos horas después de que Andrea se hubiera dormido, hasta que los ojos se me secaban y dolían, siempre buscando y sin encontrar nunca nada, pero con esa sensación de tenerlo casi al alcance de la mano.

It didn't really matter how many years or decades or centuries had passed, because you were always living within the parameters of your personality. No expanse of time or place could change that. You could never escape yourself.

loved her, instantly. Of course, most parents love their children instantly. But I mention it here because I still find it a remarkable thing. Where was that love before? Where did you acquire it from? The way it is suddenly there, total and complete, as sudden as grief, but in reverse, is one of the wonders about being human.

She wasn't a black hole, she decided. She was a volcano. And like a volcano she couldn't run away from herself. She'd have to stay there and tend to the wasteland. She could plant a forest inside herself.

The prison wasn't the place, but the perspective

Better to be disliked for being you, than being liked for being someone else. Life isn't a play. Don't rehearse yourself. Be yourself.

As Thoreau wrote, 'It's not what you look at that matters, it's what you see.' And Ash only saw the Nora he had fallen in love with and married, and so, in a way, that was the Nora she was becoming.

So heaven is life with the good bits taken out, and with an all-white backdrop.

As though the flowers weren't just colors but part of a language, notes in a glorious floral melody

but people only see the truth if it is close enough to their reality. As Thoreau wrote, 'It's not what you look at that matters, it's what you see.