Quotes from Mike Gayle

Good things could happen to not so bad people.

I won't stop loving you because I can't stop loving you.

People always go on about how fantastic relationships are in the beginning, and of course everyone hates relationships when they end, but what about the middles? the middles where you know everything there is to know. Where you can look at the person you love and know what they're thinking, see something on the telly and know how they'd react;When you know exactly what they'd wear to come round and see you.

That's the funny thing about life. Extraordinary things can happen to ordinary people like you and me, but only if we open ourselves up enough to let them.

She was the first woman in my life to convince me to fall in love with her.

Love is so complicated, that is why it is love.

It hurts more than anything in the world because even though it might not be the case, it feels like you've chosen your child over me. 'I haven't there is no choice. She's part of me. You're part of me too. It's like...I don't know...asking me to pick between my heart and my lungs.' 'I know, but the thing is, you are my heart and my lungs. You're everything to me. And what hurts is that I know i used to be everything to you.

If eskimos can come up with fifty words for snow because its a matter of life and death, why do we have just one word for love?

If you wait too long for the right moment to tell somebody the truth, it's practically the same as lying.

I resist my temptations in order to feel i am free.

I'd like the kind of love that lasts forever.It doesn't matter if it's plain,it doesn't matter if it's ugly.It just has to be there.

Aren't you curious? When did it stop working? Why did it stop working? Did we bring out the worst in each other? Was it just one persons fault or both of us? Aren't these questions everyone wants to ask when they split up with someone?

In a way I couldn't believe I'd carried a torch for her this far - I should have used it to set fire to her years ago.

Joyce, you know you can't pick a fight with everyone who has something to say about us, don't you?' 'I know,' she whispered into the darkness. 'There's too many of them, and not enough hours in the day.' 'It's funny,' said Hubert. 'Until me came to this country me went my whole life thinking me was just plain old Hubert Bird and then me come and find that actually me the devil himself.

She had this uncanny sense of seeing things the way they were instead of the way you'd want them to be, of knowing me better than I knew myself. She could sniff out the truth even if it hurt.

I never trusted the women i was involved with to tell the truth,because the truth never changes,but as i knew so well,people did.I knew it wasn't everyone,some women did have staying power,but it was impossible to tell which ones they were.Women should have come labelled-it would have made life so much simpler.

I know he's right to be worried about us, because I'm worried about us too. I don't understand how relationships work. I don't know how they survive. It seems every day something new arrives to threaten your peace of mind.

It's these small moments that make life worth living. The moments you take for granted. The ones you think will always be in plentiful supply. But if this past year has shown me anything, it's the need to cherish each and every moment, whether good or bad, whether joyful or painful, as the precious fleeting gifts that they are.

Details are important when a day is special to you. But the difficult thing is that quite often you do not know a day is special until long after it is over.

I keep quiet and she keeps quiet too, until we use up all the quiet in the room so that finally one of us has to say something.

When you think about it finding the perfect partner is a bit like a game of pontoon. I mean, you get your cards and you make your decision, do you stick or twist? do you play safe and settle for 19 or do you go all out for 21 even if you might end up bust?

One day the worlds male population will spontaneously combust because they've kept too much stuff in for too long.

Give a man a noble cause and he would fight to the death for what he believed in,but get the woman he loves to leave him and his once honourable principles would cease to be quite so important.

To her to know truly, was to be intimate. To be intimate was to know the person you love as well as you know your own self.