Laura Barnett Quotes

But life is for living, isn't it? We all have to find some way to carry on.

You walked into my life when I was nineteen years old. You were the only man I ever loved - the only man I ever hope to love. You took everything we did together, everything we were to each other, and scorched it to nothing: left it a cloud of ash.

Now do you understand,' he said, 'you were with me all along?

What would my life have been without you?

He never tried anything other than to kiss her, hold her hand; often, in his company, she felt boredom rise in her like a stifled yawn.

And then they walk away together, out of the allotted grooves of their afternoons and into the thickening shadows of evening, into the dim, liminal place where on path is taken, and another missed.

The awful truth was that Jim was happy: not in some bland, superficial way - fixed Kodak smiles under the bluest of skies - but in his deepest self. This kind of happiness was less a state, he realised, than a form of honesty: a sense of essential rightness.

But then he'd lived long enough to understand the futility of expecting anything at all

he is old enough now to know happiness for what it is: brief and fleeting, not a state to strive for, to seek to live in, but to catch when it comes, and to hold on to for as long as you can.

But then he'd lived long enough to expect the futility of ever expecting anything at all