Quotes by Cecelia Ahern

When you drop a glass or a plate to the ground it makes a loud crashing sound. When a window shatters a table leg breaks or when a picture falls off the wall it makes a noise. But as for your heart when that breaks it s completely silent. You would think as it s so important it would make the loudest noise in the whole world or even have some ... Read Moresort of ceremonious sound like the gong of a cymbal or the ringing of a bell. But it s silent and you almost wish there was a noise to distract you from the pain. If there is a noise it s internal. It screams and no one can hear it but you. It screams so loud your ears ring and your head aches. It trashes around in your chest like a great white shark caught in the sea it roars like a mother bear whose cub has been taken. That s what it looks like and that s what it sounds like a trashing panicking trapped great big beast roaring like a prisoner to its own emotions. But that s the thing about love no one is untouchable.

At first we had so much to catch up on we were talking a hundred words a second, barely even listening to the ends of one anothers sentences before moving onto the next. And there was laughing. Lots of laughing. Then the laughing stopped and there was this silence. What the hell was it?It was like the world stopped turning in that instant. Like everyone around us had disappeared. Like everything at home was forgotten about. It was as if those few minutes on this world were created just for us and all we could do was look at each other. It was like he was seeing my face for the first time. He looked confused but kind of amused. Exactly how I felt. Because I was sitting on the grass with my best friend Alex, and that was my best friend Alexs face and nose and eyes and lips, but they seemed different. So I kissed him. I seized the moment and I kissed him,

Ruby: ...Whats so good about being 20? I call them the materialist years. The years we get distracted by all the bullshit. Then we cop on when we hit our 30s and spend those years trying to make up for the 20s. But your 40s? Those years are for enjoying it.Rosie: Hmmm good point. What are the 50s for?Ruby: Fixing what you fucked up in your 40s.Rosie: Great. Looking forward to it.

Your heart can break at any age.

She had been given a wonderful gift: life. Sometimes it was cruelly taken away too soon, but its what you did with it that counted, not how long it lasted.

Yesterday was a closed book, tomorrow, however, was another story.

Hope like that, as I thought before, doesn’t make you a weak person. It’s hopelessness that makes you weak. Hope makes you stronger, because it brings with it a sense of reason. Not a reason for how or why they were taken from you, but a reason for you to live. Because it’s a maybe. A ‘maybe someday things won’t always be this shit.’ And that ‘maybe’ immediately makes the shittiness better.

at your weakest, you end up showing more strength; at your lowest, you are suddenly lifted higher than you’ve ever been. They all border one another, these opposites and show how quickly we can be altered.

At moments when life is at its worst there are two things you can do: 1.) break down,lose hope and refuse to go on while lying face down on the ground banging your fists and kicking your legs, or 2.) laugh. Bobby and I did the latter.

lifes kind of like a painting. A really bizarre, abstract painting. You could look at it and think that all it is, is a blur. And you could continue living your life thinking that all it is, is just a blur. But if you really look at it, really see it, focus on it, and use your imagination, life can become so much more. The painting could be of the sea, the sky, people,buildings, a butterfly on a flower, or anything except the blur you were once convinced it was.

As the rain falls and the sun shines, they grow, grow, grow; minds so open, they go through life aware and accepting, seeing light where theres dark, seeing possibility in dead ends, tasting victory as others spit out failure, questioning where others accept. Just a little less jaded, a little less cynical.

Shoot for the moon, even if you fail, youll land among the stars

Time cannot be packaged and ribboned and left under trees for christmas morning.Time cant be given.But it can be shared

sometimes we have absolutely no idea where we are, we need the smallest clue to show us where to begin.

Hollys theory about the army, Sharon explained.And what is it? Denise asked, intrigued.Oh, that fighting for peace is like screwing for virginity.

Im trying to make some sense out of the phrase Everything happens for a reason, and I think Ive figured out what the reason is - to pissed me off.

Then I realised that I was the god on this occasion. I had tried to help the bluebottle, but it wouldnt let me. And then I felt sorry for God because I understood his frustration. Sometimes when people offer a helping hand, it gets pushed away. People always want to help themselves first.

Memories were fine but you couldnt touch them, smell them or hold them. They were never exactly as the moment was, and they faded with time.

what a luxury it was for people to hold their loved ones whenever they wanted

...fairy tales, just a fancy word for lies...