Josie Silver Quotes

You tread lightly through life, but you leave deep footprints that are hard for other people to fill.

I'll tell you what I think. Your place isn't somewhere. It's someone.

But I also said that sometimes, rarely, people can come back into your life. And if that happens, you should keep those people close to you forever.

Despite the fairy-tale snowstorm out there, this isn't Narnia. This is London, real life, where hearts get kicked and bruised and broken, but somehow they still keep beating.

The world is filled with close-to-perfect couples.

I've learned not to question my own actions and thoughts too deeply though, sometimes you just have to go with whatever gets you through the day.

The human brain is wired to cope with grief. It knows even as we fall into unfathomably dark places, there will be light again, and if we just keep moving forward in one brave straight line, however slowly, we'll find our way back again.

Do you think we were always destined to know each other?' I say.

In my head I'm cresting the Ferris wheel with Jack beside me, our heads tipped back to look at the stars. Perhaps it's the wine, but my stomach flips slowly as he laughs quietly against my ear.

'I don't know if I believe in all that destiny stuff, Lu, but I'll always be glad you're in my life.'

He looks down into my eyes and his mouth is so close I can feel his breath on my lips. I ache.

'Me too,' I whisper. 'Even though being with you is hard on my heart sometimes.

I imagine it's the kind of dress Elizabeth Bennet would have worn when she married Mr Darcy.

I started to enjoy the writing process itself, to remember how it felt to create worlds different to mine, to spend time thinking about a story that isn't my own.

Be happy, you stupid, stupid man. And let me be too.

But what else was I supposed to say? That I felt as if she'd just kissed fucking stardust into my mouth.

I'm hemorrhaging the people I love and I don't know how to stop it. Is this just a fact of life? You have to grow up and shed your old friends like papery snakeskin to make room for the new?

I turn the water temperature up to a tiny bit hotter than is comfortable and stand there with it raining down over my head. I'm so achingly disappointed with myself. It's not that I don't love Oscar or that I don't want to marry him. It's nothing like that. It's just crushing to know that it's still there, like a muscle reflex.

That when someone says 'the man you've always dreamed of,' I think of Jack O'Mara.

Perhaps it's time to learn how to stand on our own, rather than lean on each other.

I think I've been trying too hard to be everything to everyone.

I found the old me, still in here, and the new me sitting right alongside her. We made friends.

I can't shake the feeling that someone or something will stop me, grab ahold of my arm and tell me I can't go, but no one does. I'm on my own. Captain of my own ship, albeit one who has no idea where she's navigating toward.

I know how painful it can be letting someone you think you love go, but that I don't believe there's only one person in the world for each of us. It's too fanciful, too limiting.

If anyone ever asks if I've ever fallen in love at first sight, I shall say yes. For one glorious moment on the 21st of December 2006.

For onlookers, it must have been an Oscar-worthy sixty-second silent movie. From now on, if anyone asks me if I've ever fallen in love at first sight, I shall say yes, for one glorious minute on 21 December 2008.

What happened yesterday, or last week, or ten years ago … those things aren't important. What really matters is now, here, today, tomorrow, next year. Some people fall in love at first sight and stay together for ever, other people marry their childhood sweetheart and end up in the divorce courts. You can't predict life, Jonah, you can only truly try to make the best of whatever it throws at you.´

Sometimes you just meet the right person at the wrong time, I say softly. Yeah, he says. And then you spend every day afterward wishing that time could be rearranged.

I don't. Of course I don't. Despite the fairy-tale snowstorm out there, this isn't Narnia. This is London, real life, where hearts get kicked and bruised and broken, but somehow they still keep beating. I watch him recede as the taxi lurches cautiously away, and he watches me too, his hands shoved deep in his pockets, his shoulders bunched against the wind. I lay my head against the cold glass as we turn the corner, my heart and my conscience lead heavy in my chest.

I wish I'd never laid eyes on Jack O'Mara.