Though when she thought of it after, it was rather unprofessional behaviour, but sometimes when people are involved, business has to stop being business and the human must win. However, Kitty couldn’t ignore the underlying truth that they both hung on to that hug for a little too long.
She’s just a friend. Four words that could possibly kill any woman, but they made me smile... And the castle was my witness.
I never believed in God. Not even at school when my priestly teacher drummed the fear and the guilt into us. I believed that he believed it, all right, but I thought he was mad. Delusional. I thought if somebody had to force you that much to believe in something then it wasn’t worth believing, that it wasn’t natural, you know?
Every heart has a story to tell.
Love can soften people, I believe that. But in me, now, love riles up an anger, a red-hot rage that crawls on my skin, seeps into my blood and brings out the worst in me. That’s why everyone I love is better off loving me from afar.
As women, we dress to please ourselves, to hide our imperfections, to accentuate our best features. Our clothing is an extension of who we are, a reflection of what we are thinking and feeling.
They say a story loses something with each telling. If that is the case, this story has lost nothing, for it’s the first time it’s been told.
And that’s what the problem was – Kitty had finally nailed it. In the six months of Etcetera stories that Kitty had pored over, she now realised she hadn’t written a single article that had been an idea of her own. Each story had been proposed by Pete or Cheryl or by somebody else who had enough on their own plate and was unable to write it. She hadn’t noticed it happening because she hadn’t minded.
Life is a series of moments and moments are always changing, just like thoughts, negative and positive.
When you see somwthing, it can’t be unseen. When you hear a sound, it can’t be unheard. I know, deep down, that this evening I have learned something that cam never be unlearned.
Our thoughts are ever-changing, because we put them there. Once you grasp the difference between suicidal thoughts and your feelings, you will start to understand your emotions. You can separate your suicidal thoughts from your feelings.
She was tired of just existing; she wanted to live. But what was the point in living when there was no life in it.
We need publicity that allows me to talk about the gift of giving, how precious it is, how special it can be, particularly in these times when people are really struggling. It’s not about how expensive something is – as a nation we’ve stopped giving lavish gifts – it’s actually about thinking about what to give someone, how it can lift them when they’re down, how they can feel loved and important and special just by one simple gesture.
She told me that to seek the truth is not necessarily to go on a mission all guns blazing in order to reveal a lie, neither is it to be particularly ground-breaking – it is simply to get to the heart of what is real.
But you are proof that you can think you know someone yet never really know them at all.
Just as when the caterpillar thought the world was over, it became a butterfly.
The heart knew that something was missing and it was having to work extra hard to make up for it.
It is time of which we do not have enough; it is time that causes the war within our hearts, and so we must spend it wisely.
Enough time leaves us warm; when our time is gone, it leaves us cold.
Instead, the act of going back made new memories, and everytime I went I would add another layer on top of her memory, until eventually I’d buried them completely and all of those places stopped being about my past with her and became my present.