Quotes by Susan Fletcher

Love is blind, they say--but isnt it more that love makes us see too much? Isnt it more that love floods our brain with sights and sounds, so that everything looks bigger, brighter, more lovely than ever before?

Kisses open doors, Ive noticed. That one gesture can unlock secrets, ease open feelings. It cant be prevented--these kisses just are. Its how they work. They break into basements you never knew you had.

Ive heard fate talked of. Its not a word I use. I think we make our own choices. I think how we live our lives is our own doing, and we cannot fully hope on dreams and stars. But dreams and stars can guide us, perhaps. And the hearts voice is a strong one. Always is.Your hearts voice is your true voice. It is easy to ignore it, for sometimes it says what wed rather it did not - and it is so hard to risk the things we have. But what life are we living, if we dont live by our hearts? Not a true one. And the person living it is not the true you.

Your hearts voice is your true voice. It is easy to ignore it, for sometimes it says what wed rather it did not - and it is so hard to risk the things we have. But what life are we living, if we dont live by our hearts? Not a true one. And the person living it is not the true you.

What was dark will always be dark, I know that. Death is still death. Hatred will never be far, in this life.But also, there is light. It is everywhere. It floods this world--the world brims with it. Once, I sat by the Coe and watched a shaft of light come down through the trees, through leaves, and wondered if there was a greater beauty, or a simpler one. There are many great beauties. but all of them--from the snow, to his fern-red hair, to my mares eye reflecting the sky as she smelt the air of Rannoch Moor--have light in them, and are worth it. They are worth the darker parts.

Ive done so many bad things in my life but the stars always forgave me.

I know this: there is no sense to grief. There is no pattern or shape or texture, and there are no books or stories which can lessen the pain at losing a person you have loved, and will always love. There are no rules, with loss.

Grief is such a lonely thing. There is no-one in it with you - others may grieve for the same soul, but they do not grieve exactly for what you also grieve. No-one has lost precisely what you have lost. Not exactly, never exactly. We are in it alone.

Strange, what the heart can bear. It can carry grief beyond measure. It can bear a weight that is too great to speak of. But a heart cant bear the world. It has its limits...

He thinks he can see all her grief in her face, all her love and empty days.

Ive heard fate talked of. Its not a word I use. I think we make our own choices. I think how we live our lives is our own doing, and we cannot fully hope on dreams and stars. But dreams and stars can guide us, perhaps. And the hearts voice is a strong one. Always is.