Rebecca Raisin Quotes

My life is too lonely without fictional people crowding my mind.

Some days, my life flashes before me in the blink of an eye, until I get to the scenes I wish I could change, and they play over again and again, until I can't see straight. Promise me though, you'll stop pouring every ounce of yourself into work. Save a part of your life for something else.

Some stories consumed you, they made time stop, your worries float into the ether, and when it came to my reading habits I chose romance over any other genre. The appeal of the happy ever after, the winsome heroine being adored for who she was, and the devastatingly handsome hero with more to him than met the eye tugged at my heart.

I fell in love with Paris, and its people, and the creative souls who'd made it this way.

Time cleaning was less time reading, so I usually just did the minimal amount, and left it for another day, a day that would never come.

Though my theory was books chose us, and not the other way around.

My books have taken me around the world, but it's time I stepped from the pages, so I can see it for myself

Maybe some people were destined to be alone. But, I reminded myself, you're never alone if you read.

Bookworms do that a lot, fall for the hero in their latest read and get terribly down about the fact they're fictional.

This particular book felt familiar, like an old friend. The characters drew me into their world, and I blocked out mine for the rest of the afternoon.

I had to remember my life wasn't a romance novel, no matter how much I wanted it to be.

At least books could never let you down.

Cherishables," I agreed. "Lovely little finds that have tiny value but lots of heart. Tea tins, picture frames, old perfume bottles. Half the fun is finding them, and the other half imagining where they came from.

Most people weren't aware that books chose us, at the time when we needed them most.

It was easier to hide behind the cover of my books, and I found happiness there.

You know that frustrating feeling of losing the page in your book? You didn't want to go too far ahead and spoil the surprise, and you didn't want to go too far back, so you kind of stagnated and started from a page that didn't seem quite right, but you read it a few times just to convince yourself... That was how I felt about my life. A little lost, I guess you could say.

Regret is such a miserable word. But there have been plenty of times alone, where I wished I took the risk and gave someone my heart, and not just a sliver of it. After one stumble, you've pulled the shutters down. Closed up shop. I'm just saying, don't waste your life protecting your heart, or you'll get to the end of it and realize it wasn't worth it.

I chose to remain single because I couldn't commit to one person. But it isn't easy. There are plenty of times when I wonder if I made a huge mistake with some of the men I've loved and let go. Maybe I would have enjoyed love, after the dizzying rapture faded, and was replaced with something more fulsome? Truer, deeper? But I never gave it a chance. And that might have been a huge mistake...