Quotes from “Thanks for the Memories” by Cecelia Ahern

Marrying a nice man gives you a nice marriage, but never anything more.
can’t make any sense of it.
Day-to-day things, the mundane, are what keeps the motor running. How extraordinary the ordinary really is, a tool we all use to keep going, a template for sanity.
veil hangs between the two opposites, a mere slip of a thing that is too transparent to warn us or comfort us. You hate now, but look through this veil and see the possibility of love; you’re sad, but look through to the other side and see happiness. Absolute composure shifting to a complete mess—it happens so quickly, all in the blink of an eye.
A veil hangs between the two opposites, a mere slip of a thing that is too transparent to warn us or comfort us. You hate now, but look through this veil and see the possibility of love; you’re sad, but look through to the other side and see happiness. Absolute composure shifting to a complete mess—it happens so quickly, all in the blink of an eye.
occurs to me how happiness and sadness are so closely knitted together
occurs to me how happiness and sadness are so closely knitted together.
ow quickly a moment of love was snapped away to a moment of hate.
“It’s nice to be important, Gracie, but it’s more important to be nice.
can’t remember what I was about to say now.”
wiggles his fingers around

шевелит пальцами

Rushing, rushing, rushing. We are always rushing. Never have enough time here, always trying to make our way there. Need to have left here five minutes ago, need to be there now.
The springs beneath him squeak.

Пружины под ним скрипят.

flying back and forth

летать взад и вперед

he fights it with all his will,
purses her lips to hide a grin

поджимает губы, чтобы скрыть улыбку

Dizziness overtakes him

Головокружение настигает его

acknowledge the irony

признать иронию

hing again. Maybe its not my time to go.

I feel the rough skin of old hands squeezing mine, and their intensity and their familiarity force me to open my eyes. Light fills them, and I glimpse his face, a look I never want to see again. He clings to his baby. I know Ive lost mine; I cant let him lose his. In making my decision, I already begin to grieve. Iv
CLOSE YOUR EYES AND STARE into the dark.
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