Cecelia Ahern Quotes

Perhaps I’ve been rushing my whole entire life, jumping into things headfirst without thinking them through. Running through the days without noticing the minutes.

Dreams should make you think, ‘If I had the guts to do it and I didn’t care what anybody thought, this I what I’d really do’.

So now, all alone or not, you gotta walk ahead. Thing to remember is if we're all alone, then we're all together in that too.

are you saying that the feeling of searching for a missing sock is like searching for love ?

Aim for what u want and the year will all make a sense.

Maybe love is thinking that every time your partner does or says something mundane that you want to start a Mexican wave from here to Uzbekistan in utter delight.

Life... It's a great and terrible and short and endless thing. None of us come out of it alive.

Tonight I'm happy. I will worry about tomorrow when tomorrow comes. But I'm getting there.

We don't realize what a privilege it is to grow old with someone.

Nice is OK when it's among other things but never when it stands alone

How presumptuous they had both been never to consider growing old as an achievement and a challenge. Aging was something they'd both wanted so much to avoid.

What if we knew what tomorrow would bring? Would we fix it? Could we?

I never grew up thinking the goal in life was to be a millionaire. All the way through college, I had a part-time job. I worked hard to get the things that you need at that age.

Sometimes you have to give yourself to somebody in order to see who you are. Sometimes you have to unravel things to get to the core

Holly's theory about the army," Sharon explained. And what is it?" Denise asked, intrigued. Oh, that fighting for peace is like screwing for virginity.

I'm most happy when I am writing at night, because I need space and time to write.

people who say its a long story, mean it's a stupid short one that they are too embarrassed and couldn't be bothered to tell

What was that thing that could make two people promise one another to spend every day of the rest of their lives together? Ah,I found it. It was a thing called love. A small simple word.

Chin up, don’t smile, don’t cry, don’t fall, walk.

Your heart can break at any age.

Yesterday was a closed book, tomorrow, however, was another story.

sometimes we have absolutely no idea where we are, we need the smallest clue to show us where to begin.

Believe me, when you die, it's everybody else's but your problem

Every single time you crossed over for me and met me on my side. I realize now, I don't think I ever met you in the middle. And I don't think I ever once said that you for that.

He tried to tell me week after week to accept things as they were and move on with my life. But if there was one man who had put his life on hold to wait for something or someone, it was him.

That somehow dreams are a blurred line between here and there, like a meeting room in a prison. You’re both in the same room, yet on different sides and really, in different worlds.

I felt that my views and philosophies had been changed overnight. The philosophies that i had gladly carved in stone, recited and danced upon.

Our minds do unusual things sometimes, Tamara. When we’re looking for things it takes it upon itself to go down its own route. All we can do is follow

It’s not easy remembering the good times.

I don't know why, but there's always the part of you, the part that hides in the shadows protecting the self-destruct button, that doesn't ever want to leave the dark behind.

Not like a heart, which let people in without permission, held them in a special place she never had any say in and then yearned for them to remain there longer than they planned.

They say a story loses something with each telling.

I guess when you’re trying to find all the parts of yourself, it’s difficult to be with someone who’s already fully intact.

Most of all she loved that when she hugged him her head would rest neatly just below his chin, where she could feel his breath lightly blowing her hair and tickling her head.

For the yesterdays and todays, and the tomorrows I can hardly wait for - Thank you.

oh well, is it hurting anyone? Because if its not and you’ve been given it, I’d as soon stop calling it a thing and start referring to it as a gift.

I always pushed myself. Whenever I felt I needed to stop, I made myself run faster.

I would love to write a mystery - a romantic, funny mystery.

People forget they have options. And they forget that those things really don't matter. They should concentrate on what they have and not what they don't have.

We all make mistakes, some bigger than others, but none of us is perfect.

There is no advice that I can give you, you will just have to trust yourself that when the time comes, you'll make the right decision.

Close your eyes and stare into the dark.

It's not about finding Mr Right, or that sort of conventional ending, but I do want my characters to have hope - and that's what I do with all my stories.

Love is not a theme. It's an atmosphere, a mood.

Children are the ones that know exactly what's going on in the world, you know. They 'see' more than adults, 'believe' in more, are honest, and will always, 'always' let you know where you stand.

...all people needed was time and then they could figure most things out of themselves.

She needed to talk, she needed to cry, she needed to vent all her frustrations and disappointments.

Why do we stop believing in ourselves? Why do we let facts and figures and anything but dreams rule our lives?

Time cant be given. But it can be shared.

I can only assume that there’s only one thing more frustrating than not being able to find someone, and that’s not being found. I would want someone to find me, more than anything.