What did Cecelia Ahern mean by: She couldn’t remember the last time she hugged someone, really hugged someone. Cecelia Ahern Novelist · Ireland Copy
For the yesterdays and todays, and the tomorrows I can hardly wait for – Thank you. Author, December 25, 2023January 1, 2025, Cecelia Ahern, Anticipation, Gratitude, Time, 0 Cecelia Ahern Novelist · Ireland
Love can change us beyond recognition, we become love-sick, soft-eyed jelly-bellied fools. Author, December 25, 2023January 1, 2025, Cecelia Ahern, Love, Transformation, Vulnerability, 0 Cecelia Ahern Novelist · Ireland
sometimes we need all the glue we can get, just to hold ourselves together. Author, December 25, 2023January 1, 2025, Cecelia Ahern, Coping, Resilience, Struggle, 0 Cecelia Ahern Novelist · Ireland
I make it easier for people to leave by making them hate me a little. Author, December 25, 2023January 1, 2025, Cecelia Ahern, Detachment, estrangement, Manipulation, 0 Cecelia Ahern Novelist · Ireland
the important thing is not what we (look) like,but the role we play in our best friend’s life. Author, December 25, 2023January 1, 2025, Cecelia Ahern, Appearance, Friendship, Support, 0 Cecelia Ahern Novelist · Ireland
What seems tragic now won’t even be an issue in a few years time. Author, December 25, 2023January 1, 2025, Cecelia Ahern, Change, Perspective, Time, 0 Cecelia Ahern Novelist · Ireland
We each have our hiding places and we each put up with the little quirks of the people we love. Author, December 25, 2023January 1, 2025, Cecelia Ahern, Hiding, Love, Quirks, 0 Cecelia Ahern Novelist · Ireland
Remember that happiness is a way of travel, it’s not a destination. Author, December 25, 2023January 1, 2025, Cecelia Ahern, Happiness, Journey, Perspective, 0 Cecelia Ahern Novelist · Ireland
The dead drug leaves a ghost behind. At certain hours it haunts the house. Jean Cocteau Artist · France
After the writer’s death, reading his journal is like receiving a long letter. Read explanation Jean Cocteau Artist · France
At the beginning and at the end of love, the two lovers are embarrassed to find themselves alone. Read explanation Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
To endeavor to forget anyone is a certain way of thinking of nothing else. Read explanation Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
