Quotes by Rosamund Lupton

When I talk about unrequited love, most of you probably think about romantic love, but there are many other kinds of love that are not adequately returned, if they are returned at all. An angry adolescent may not love her mother back as her mother loves her; an abusive father doesnt return the innocent open love of his young child. But grief is the ultimate unrequieted love. However hard and however long we love someone who has died, they can never love us back. At least that is how it feels...

I remembered back to leos burial and holding your hand. I was eleven and you were six, your hand soft and small in mine. As the vicar said in sure and certain hope of the resurrection of eternal life you turned to me, I dont want sure and certain hope I want sure and certain Bee.

Usually time alters and affects everything, but when someone you love dies time cannot change that, no amount of time will ever change that, so time stops having any meaning.

Grief is love turned into an eternal missing

Your coffin reached the monstrous hole. And a part of me went down into the muddy earth with you and lay down next to you and died with you.

When someone dies they can be any age you remember cant they she asked. As I tried to think of a reply she continued You probably think about the grown-up Tess because you were still close to her. But when I woke up I thought of her when she was three wearing a fairy skirt Id got her in the Woolworths and a policemans helmet. Her wand was a wooden spoon. On the bus yesterday I imagined holding her when she was two days old. I felt the warmth of her. I remembered all her fingers clasped around my finger so tiny they didnt even meet. I remembered the shape of her head and stroking the nape of her neck till she slept. I remembered her smell. She smelled of innocence. Other times shes thirteen and so pretty that I worry for her everytime I see a man look at her. All of those Tesses is my daughter.

For a moment amongst the crowd, I saw you. Ive since found out its common for people separated from someone they love to keep seeing that loved one amongst strangers; something to do with recognition units in our brain being too heated and too easily triggered. This cruel trick of the mind lasted only a few moments, but was long enough to feel with physical force how much I needed you.

Things are embarrassing, best to avoid them. But since your death I prefer a naturalist style of conversation. Lets strip it down to what matters. Lets have emotions and beliefs on show without the modest covering of small talk.

Your paintings are staggeringly beautiful. Did I ever tell you that,or was I just too concerned that you werent going to earn a living? I know the answer...I worried that the paint was so thickly applied that it might snap off and ruin someones carpet, rather than realizing that youd made color itself tactile.

Just thinking of your laughter gives me courage. . .

Our mind is who we are; it’s where we feel and think and believe. It’s where we have love and hate and faith and passion.’ I was getting a little embarrassed by your earnestness but you continued, ‘How can someone hope to treat another person’s mind unless they are also a theologian and a philosopher and a poet?

I wanted to make him understand that we shared the details of our lives, because they were the threads that braided us so closely together. And you would have been certain to tell me about a Sabatier knife, because it would have had the rare value of being a detail in your life which tied directly into mine - Bee in Sister

My job isnt to go around judging people. Priests are meant to teach love and forgiveness. That to me is the essence of being a Christian. And trying to find that love and forgiveness in ourselves and others every day should be a challenge that we want to achieve.

It makes the other one more precious and also not enough. We have to try to fill not only our own boots but other peoples too - yours, Leos, Dads. We have to expand at the moment we feel the most shrunk.

The gastliness of nothing. Because I was nobodys sister now.

A selfish person can still love someone else, cant they? Even when theyve hurt them and let them down.

When I saw your strand of hair I knew that grief is love turned into an eternal missing.

But grief is the ultimate unrequited love. However hard and long we love someone who has died, they can never love us back. At least that is how it feels...

Grief is the ultimate unrequited love. However hard and long we love someone who has died, they can never love us back. At least that is how it feels....

An explosion in space makes no sound at all.