Quotes from Cecelia Ahern

También le contaré cuanto me molesta que me digan que el tiempo lo cura todo aunque la ausencia hace que aumente el cariño, lo cual confunde, porque significa que cuanto más tiempo pase de que se fue mas voy a quererle.

So you, me, Fergus, Lorcan, and Lennex are going to change the world, are we? Not the world. Just the country. And to change the country you only have to change a few minds.

I know you mustn't think that I understand, that I'm a heartless bitch who couldn't possibly understand, but I do. Believe me, I do. I understand because I'm going through it too.

I don't want to be one of those easily forgotten people, so important at the time, so special, so influential and so treasured, yet years later just a vague face and a distant memory.

It is almost a cliche to hear people talking about 'slowing down' but it is true. I have slowed down and through slowing, I see so much more.

Your happiness makes me jealous and unhappy. I am a bitter and twisted human being.

And then there was this silence. This really weird silence. We stared at each other as though we were seeing each other for the very first time. It was like the world stopped turning just for us. An odd magical silence. The very same one that you told me you had with someone all those years ago.

It's something I've always wanted to do but never did. With work and everything it's hard to find the time to do things for yourself. So I just thought one day, fuck it, do it. And I did. Or at least I'm trying.

that you are the average of the five people you spend the most time with.

You need to keep your strength up, or those fuckers will get you down.

We don't always have to do something, we don't always have to create memories; sometimes it's just enough to simply remember. Today, these are the things that I remember.

I don't know if it's because of him and the way he was, but I've always hoped generally that silent people hold a magic and a knowledge that less contained people lack; that their not saying something means that more important thoughts are going on inside their head.

She's found a way to live again. She deserves it. It's not right to be living with such anger. It's unhealthy. It destroys things.

Be patient and tough; someday this pain will be useful.

I want to get back to doing what it is that I love, what makes my world normal again. And I want people to believe in me again. I want you to look at me and listen to me without doubt that I can see so obviously. I'm second-guessing myself enough as it is. I don't need it from everyone else too.

Give it a go. See if it's for you. It might not be but you know, it's worth a try.

As for Dad, he was supposed to live forever. The one who could open all the jar lids nobody else could, who fixed whatever was broken, was supposed to do that forever. The man who let me sit on his shoulders, climb on his back, chase me around while making monster noises, throw me in the air and catch me, spin me around so much that I felt dizzy and fell over laughing.

I don't want to do anything. I don't wish to go anywhere. Most of the time I don't want to even be here, but you're not supposed to say that, are you? You're just supposed to say insightful meaningful things that surprise people so that they can tell other people how brave you are. Brave, but I was never the brave one. Why it should fall upon me to become that now is beyond me.

When you fall on the ground really hard and you can't figure out whether it hurts or not you look to your parents. If they look worried and rush towards you, you cry. If they laugh and smack the ground saying, 'Bold ground,' then you pick yourself up and get on with it.

I wake up in the morning and feel like I'm missing something. I know there's something not right, and it takes me a while to remember what it is... then I remember. My best friend is gone. My only friend. It was silly of me to rely so much on one person.

She just didn't want to cry, anything but show this insensitive little shit how much he'd hurt her.

To use that old cliché, the only certainty in life is death. It's a certainty, it's the one condition of living that we're given but we often let it tear us apart.

People come and people go and we know this happens, yet we get such a shock when it does. To use that old cliché, the only certainty in life is death. It's a certainty, it's the one condition of living that we're given but we often let it tear us apart.

Rosie: I know, I'm working on it but I can't quit until I get another job and that's proving to be rather difficult. Apparently no one really cares about whether or not you work as a secretary in a paper-clip factory. Ruby: Hmm… how odd… And it sounds so glamorous, you would think… Honestly, some people… Ahern, Cecelia (2005-02-01). Love, Rosie (p. 87). Hachette Books. Kindle Edition.