Quotes from Camilla Lackberg

nada que decirte.

He sat down facing Erica and began to dunk his cheese-and-caviar sandwich into the hot chocolate.

It takes pain to get rid of pain.

The say nothing blinds us like love, but Faye knew that nothing blinds as much as the dream of love. Hope is a powerful drug.

the look in her eyes told Hedström that she would never really be alive again. He'd seen it happen a few times in the course of his career. People who looked as if they were alive, who were breathing and moving about, and yet they were completely empty inside.

Faye guessed she was seeing images in her mind. The sort of images you had to live with for the rest of your life, like war wounds, but in your heart rather than on your skin.

From the mouths of children and fools we will hear the truth spoken

Vincent had a cupboard where he kept books he'd been gifted that he never intended to read but couldn't bring himself to throw out. You couldn't throw books out – that was the rule.

cursar todos los años y obtener el título. Pero Martin era

when I manage to be myself are so exhausting that all I can do when I'm not with Johan is sit around. Who'd have thought this was where I'd end up

was time to clear the air, empty out the wardrobes, and let the old skeletons see the light of day.

Friendships were tested in times of crisis, and she didn't want to be one of those people who out of exaggerated caution and perhaps even cowardice avoided friends who were having a hard time.

es hora de seguir adelante, de dejar de lamentarse por lo que podría haber tenido y alegrarme de lo que de hecho tengo.

How evil could live right next to what was good, in a community where people wore blinkers and refused to see what was right in front of their noses. Once you saw evil up close, you could never close your eyes to it again. That was her curse, and her responsibility.

It fascinated him that the human will to survive was so strong that despite the complete absence of any quality of life, one still chose to go on, day after day, year after year. Was there any cause for rejoicing left in a life like Anders Nilsson's? Did he ever experience the emotions that made life worth living: joy, anticipation, happiness, elation? Or was everything merely a stop on the way to the next shot of alcohol?

hope is always the last thing to die.

desagrado. Había algo en aquel hombre que le

Her own scars were all on the inside. But that didn't mean they hurt less than if a belt had torn open the skin on her back.

Bueno, ya sabes, cuando el diablo se hace viejo, se vuelve religioso.

there was something indefinably tired and worn-out about Birgit, like a photograph whose edges were missing their crispness.

It turned out that we had slightly different perspectives on life,' she said. 'He thought I should become a housewife and generally keep my trap shut. And I thought … well, not that.

La vida siempre seguía.

Ah, se… Muitas vezes seus pensamentos tinham girado em círculos em volta desse "se", brincando com a ideia de como sua vida teria sido "se".

Era mais fácil não se importar, ir com a maré e se preocupar com um dia de cada vez.