Quotes from Matt Haig

Wat je over pijn leert als je ziek bent, kun je dan ook toepassen op betere tijden. Pijn is een kei van een leermeester.

Then she realised. A fire had no motive. Only she could have that. The power was hers.

It can affect people—millionaires, people with good hair, happily married people, people who have just landed a promotion, people who can tap dance and do card tricks and strum a guitar, people who have no noticeable pores, people who exude happiness in their status updates—who seem, from the outside, to have no reason to be miserable.

The past was just the present that had died and the future would never exist anyway, because by the time we got to it, the future would have turned into the present. The present was all there was. The ever-moving, ever-changing present. And the present was fickle. It could only be caught by letting go.

Trató de imaginarse cómo habría sido aceptarse a sí misma completamente. Todos los errores que habían quedado en su cuerpo. Todos los sueños que no había cumplido y todos los dolores que había sentido. Todos los deseos y anhelos reprimidos

It is about love and dead poets and wholenut peanut butter.

My mind is racing to understand. This is so often the way with life. You spend so much time waiting for something – a person, a feeling, a piece of information – that you can't quite absorb it when it is in front of you. The hole is so used to being a hole it doesn't know how to close itself.

Robert Frost. 'Two roads diverged in a wood, and I – / I took the one less travelled by, / And that has made all the difference . . .

But where there were books, there was always the temptation to open them. And she realised it was the same with lives.

know? Places are places and memories are memories and life is fucking life.

Isobel held my hand. The glabrous underportion of her thumb stroked my skin. This unnerved me even more. I wondered why she was touching me. A policeman grips an arm to take you somewhere, but why does a wife stroke your hand? What was the purpose? It wasn't the touch Cosmopolitan had talked about, and it certainly didn't boost my mood. Did it have something to do with love? I stared at the small glistening diamond on her ring.

I soon discovered the act of talking is in itself a therapy. Where talk exists, so does hope.

Moments ago she had been in the garden with Ash and Nora and Plato

Imposibil. O veche injuratura din limba elfa.

wanted somewhere where I didn't have to feel his ghost. But the truth is, it only half-works, you know? Places are places and memories are memories and life is fucking life.

Maybe this was the only meaning humans had on this planet. Their purpose was simply to pursue the enlightenment of orgasm. A few seconds of relief from the surrounding dark.

You don't go to death. Death comes to you.

O imposibilitate este o posibilitate pe care inca nu ai inteles-o.

So love is about finding the right person to hurt you?

After all, the thing that looks most ordinary might be the thing that leads you to victory.

Olmak istediÄŸim her ÅŸeyi olmam, yaÅŸamak istediÄŸim bütün hayatlar? yaÅŸamam mümkün deÄŸil. Ä°stediÄŸim bütün yetenekleri geliÅŸtirmem mümkün deÄŸil. Ä°stememin nedeni ne peki? Hayat?mda, olas? bütün zihinsel ve fiziksel deneyimlerin her bir rengini, tonunu ve her çeÅŸidini yaÅŸamak istiyorum.

I did not say how I was feeling to anyone. To say how I was feeling would lead to feeling more of what I was feeling. To act normal would be to feel a bit more normal. I acted normal.

And then he - Tchaikovsky - turned towards the little lectern that was on the stage, picked up his baton and held it in the air. He paused a moment. It was like watching an old wizard with a wand, summoning the energy needed to cast the spell. The hall fell silent. I had never heard a silence like it. The whole hall seemed to be holding its breath. It felt civilised and modern. It felt refined and tantalising all at once, like a polite collective pre-orgasm.

When you stay too long in a place, you forget just how big an expanse the world is. You get no sense of the length of those longitudes and latitudes.