Lucinda Riley Quotes

Everyone makes mistakes, it's part of the human learning curve, as long as you do learn from them

Nature nourishes the soul

Spirits ... Ghosts ... Angels ... whichever yo wish to call them - Reader, they do exist. I've seem them all my life, but I've learned to say nothing. And for all you cynics out there, just remember, there is no proof either way. So I choose to believe. In my opinion, it's much the best option.

Every human being has a fascinating existence, with a big cast of good and evil characters in each. And almost always, somewhere along the way, magic.

So much depends on our expectations of what our life should be. The less you expect, the more content you are.

My father always said that to push a rock an inch in a lifetime was the same as throwing a hundred pebbles into the sea every day. Big change comes slowly, but it will come

And what's wrong with dimming the harsh reality of life a little, anyway? In essence, being alive is a bloody long and hard walk to death. Why not make it as pleasant along the way as you can?

People have asked me why I seem to have no fear. It's apparently that which stops so many people from doing what they need to make their life happier. Well, I don't really have the answer, but maybe if one isn't afraid of ghosts or, if fact, death itself, which is the worst thing that can happen to a human being, there isn't much else left to be frightened of.

Between a man and a woman, and yes, there is plenty of that.

There should always be a balance in life, and you must try to find that in yours. Then you might find the happiness you seek.

Love is both the most selfish and unselfish emotion in the world, Celaeno, and its two facets cannot be separated. The need in oneself battles against the wish for the loved one to be happy.

for every one bad apple, there are thousands more whose hearts are full of kindness.

I believe that our lives, just like fairy tales - the stories that have been written by us humans, through our own experiences of living - will always have a Hero and a Heroine, a Fairy Godmother and a Wicked Witch.

I wish that you will find love. It is the only thing in life that makes the pain of being alive bearable.

It seems impossible to believe that a girl not yet in her teens could fall in love, but I remember so vividly the moment I first laid eyes on him...

Everyone else out there in the world knew who they were, they carried their histories inside them everywhere they went; whereas she was just an empty husk of nothing masquerading as a human being.

Feelings I had for him had emerged suddenly, like the tight bud of a rose that blossoms magically overnight into a glorious colour.

I wonder now why humans hate the map of their life that appears on their own bodies, when a tree like this, or a faded painting, or a near-derelict uninhabited building is lauded for its antiquity.

I knew that, although my life had been shaped by events out of my control, it was I who had chosen to react to them in the way I had

I'd Like to See
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I'd like to see the red
Of the roses in full bloom.
I'd like to see the silver
Of sun's reflection on the moon.

I'd like to see the blue
Of the ocean when it's roaring.
I'd like to see the brown
Of the eagle when it's soaring.

I'd like to see the purple
Of grapes hanging on the vine.
I'd like to see the yellow
Of the sun in summertime.

I'd like to see the russet
Of the chestnuts on the tree.
I'd like to see the faces
Of those that smile at me.

Humans rarely look back to the past, until they have made the same mistake!

Julia played for them: for her husband and her beloved son. And tried to believe somewhere in her heart that, wherever they were, they could hear her.

At some point, you have to make the decision between losing the person you love and your own sanity.

Emilie gazed across the terrace and the formal gardens to the undulating vineyards that surrounded

I felt the protective dam I'd built around my heart began to crumble. I turned my eyes back to him and felt the love finally start to trickle out through the fissures. And hoped that one day it would become a torrent.

Each of us thinks that our own mistake is the worst, because we have made it. We all live with guilt for our actions, Maia. Especially if we have chosen to keep them inside us for as long as you have. I'm sitting here feeling only sadness for you, not disapproval. And I really think that anyone else who heard your story would feel the same. It's only you who blames yourself.

Someone was playing the piano and, as she concentrated, Olivia realised she recognised Chopin's 'Grande Polonaise'. She stood up and left the library, following the direction of the music, letting her auditory senses lead her eventually to the doorway of the drawing room. She stood where she was, listening to the exquisite rendition of one of her favourite pieces, closing her eyes as the sound emanated from the piano at the other end of the room. ( ... ) Olivia gasped in astonishment when she saw it was Harry.

Remember,even if we can't see them, those we love are always with us.

Negative thought brings negative action.

Much of the irritation people feel at personal observations was usually because there was a grain of truth in them.

And that the love of a parent for a child is the most powerful force on earth.

The young are irritated by stories of the past; they wish to live only in the present, just as I did when I was their age. I

Because -' she looked up at Bill and gave him a smile that lit up her face, granting him a sudden flash of her true beauty - 'love never die, Mister Bill. It never die.

She pulled off Virginia Woolf's To the Lighthouse and settled down in a comfortable leather chair by the fire to read.

Nothing sings as sweetly as love, or burns quite like betrayal.

Everything has its natural balance, and how would you know you were happy it you weren't sad sometimes? Or feel healthy if you were never ill?

How can these stories from all over the world be so similar? I thought suddenly. I mean, when they were originally told all over those thousands of years ago, it wasn't like the Greeks could send an email to the Aboriginal people, or the Mayans in Mexico could talk on the phone to the Japanese. Could there actually be a bigger link between heaven and earth than I'd thought?