"When you drop a glass or a plate to the ground it makes a loud crashing sound. When a window shatters, a table leg breaks or when a picture falls off the wall it makes a noise. But as for your heart, when that breaks, it’s completely silent. You would think as it’s so important it would make the loudest noise in the whole world or even have some sort of ceremonious sound like the gong of a cymbal or the ringing of a bell. But it’s silent and you almost wish there was a noise to distract you from the pain. If there is a noise it’s internal. It screams and no one can hear it but you. It screams so loud and your ears ring and your head aches. It trashes around in your chest like a great white shark caught in the sea, it roars like a mother bear whose cub has been taken. That’s what it looks like and that’s what it sounds like, a trashing panicking trapped great big beast roaring like a prisoner to its own emotions. But that’s the thing about love; no one is untouchable."
"We all get lost once in a while, sometimes by choice, sometimes due to forces beyond our control. When we learn what it is our soul needs to learn, the path presents itself. Sometimes we see the way out but wander further and deeper despite ourselves; the fear, the anger or the sadness preventing us returning. Sometimes we prefer to be lost and wandering, sometimes it’s easier. Sometimes we find out own way out. But regardless, always, we are found."
"It is far, far better never to have been beautiful. If you’re gorgeous you’re going to get by absolutely fine everyone will want you in the room and you’ll be lavished with attention, which you’ll do very little to ear. Whereas, if you look like a sack of offal that’s been dropkicked down a lift-shaft into a pond, you’re going to spend many of your formative years alone. This may seem miserable — but you’ll have space, space that you can constructively use to discover and hone your skills, learn a language, develop an interest in cosmology, practice the oboe, do whatever you fancy, really, so long as it doesn’t involve being looked at or snogging anyone. And you’ll very likely emerge from your chrysalis aged twenty-five as a highly accomplished young thing ready to take on the world. Meanwhile, The Beautiful Ones will have been so busy having boyfriends and brushing their hair that they’ll just be… who they always were."
"We said together, wistfully, “Life, eh?” It says everything without having to say anything: that we all experience moments of joyful or painful reflection, sometimes alone, sometimes sharing laughs and tears with others; that we all know and appreciate that however wonderful and precious life is, it can equally be a terribly confusing and mysterious beast. “Life, eh?”"
If you must wait, wait for them here in my arms as I shake If you must weep, do it right here in my bed as I sleep If you must mourn, my love, mourn with the moon and the stars above If you must mourn, don’t do it alone
If you must leave, leave as though fire burns under your feet If you must speak, speak every word as though it were unique If you must die, sweetheart, die knowing your life was my life’s best part And if you must die, remember your life
If you must fight, fight with yourself and your thoughts in the night If you must work, work to leave some part of you on this earth If you must live, darling one, just live, just live, just live