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There’s Something Completely Unnerving About Seeing Your Parents Upset. I Suppose It’s Because They’re Supposed To Be The Strong Ones, But That’s Not Just It. Ever Since People Are Kids They Use Their Parents As Some Sort Of Measurement For How Bad A Situation Is. When You Fall On The Ground Really Hard And You Can’t Figure Out Whether It Hurts Or Not You Look To Your Parents. If They Look Worried And Rush Toward You, You Cry. If They Laugh And Smack The Ground Saying “bold Ground,” Then You Pick Yourself Up And Get On With It.

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There’s Something Completely Unnerving

Cecelia Ahern

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There’s Something Completely Unnerving About Seeing Your Parents Upset. I Suppose It’s Because They’re Supposed To Be The Strong Ones, But That’s Not Just It. Ever Since People Are Kids They Use Their Parents As Some Sort Of Measurement For How Bad A Situation Is. When You Fall On The Ground Really Hard And You Can’t Figure Out Whether It Hurts Or Not You Look To Your Parents. If They Look Worried And Rush Toward You, You Cry. If They Laugh And Smack The Ground Saying “bold Ground,” Then You Pick Yourself Up And Get On With It.

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Hundreds Of Butts In Piles On The Ground To Mark The Spot, Their Lives Sucked Out Of Them By Their Users In Panicked Distressed Frenzy, Their Souls Floating Around The Insides Of Lungs While Their Outsides Were Dropped, Stamped On And Deserted

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She Wanted To Be Irresponsible, She Wanted To Be Looked After, To Be Told That She Didn't Have To Worry About A Thing And That Someone Else Would Take Care Of Everything. How Easy Life Would Be Without Having Grown-up Problems To Worry About. And Then She Could Grow Up All Over Again.

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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.

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There Were Hundreds Of Them Spread Across The Floor, Each Telling Its Own Tale Of Triumph Or Sadness, Each Letter Representing A Phase In Her Life. She Had Kept Them All.

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Being The Best Was As Equal To Being In The Middle, Which Was Equal To Being The Worst. All Were Merely A State Of Being. It Was How A Person Felt In That State And Why They Were In That State That Was The Important Thing.

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She Didn't Feel Thirty. But Then Again Again, What Was Being Thirty Supposed To Feel Like? When She Was Younger, Thirty Seemed So Far Away, She Thought That A Woman Of That Age Would Be So Wise And Knowledgeable, So Settled In Her Life With A Husband And Children And A Career. She Had None Of Those Things. She Still Felt As Clueless As She Had Felt When She Was Twenty, Only With A Few More Gray Hairs And Crow's Feet Around Her Eyes.

As The Rain Falls And The Sun Shines, They Grow, Grow, Grow; Minds So Open, They Go Through Life Aware And Accepting, Seeing Light Where There's Dark, Seeing Possibility In Dead Ends, Tasting Victory As Others Spit Out Failure, Questioning Where Others Accept. Just A Little Less Jaded, A Little Less Cynical.

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I Write Human Stories. I Write About People. Not As A Product Of Their Environment. But From The Stance That Everybody Is Made Of The Same Thing.

Holly Smiled Weakly. Gerry Would Know Exactly How She Was Feeling, He Would Know Exactly What To Say And He Would Know Exactly What To Do. He Would Give Her One Of His Famous Hugs And All Her Problems Would Melt Away. She Grabbed A Pillow From Her Bed And Hugged It Tight. She Couldn't Remember The Last Time She Hugged Someone, Really Hugged Someone. And The Depressing Thing Was That She Couldn't Imagine Ever Embracing Anyone The Same Way Again.

Deep Down, Underneath All His Layers Of Stupidity, He’s A Really Good Man. He May Act Out Far Too Many Selfish Thoughts, Says All The Wrong Things At All The Wrong Times, But Behind Closed Doors He’s A Best Friend. I Understand That He Has Idiotic Tendencies And I Can Still Love Him For It. He May Not Be Someone That You Feel Comfortable Sitting Next To At A Dinner Party But For Me, He’s Someone That I Feel Comfortable Sharing My Life With.

Love Can Change Us Beyond Recognition, We Become Love-sick, Soft-eyed Jelly-bellied Fools.

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.

Life Has A Way Of Getting What It Wants When It Really Knows What It Wants.

When You're On Your Own, You Look For Signs. Sometimes You Make Them Up, Sometimes They're Actually There, But Most Of The Time You Can't Tell The Difference From The Two.

There Are Certain Kinds Of Silence That Make You Walk On Air.

Truth Is, Something That I Thought Was Perfect Was Taken Away From Me, And I Never Wanted Perfect Again. I Wanted Middle Of The Road, Stuff I Didn’t Care About So That I Couldn’t Lose Anything I Really Loved Ever Again.

At Your Weakest, You End Up Showing More Strength; At Your Lowest, You Are Suddenly Lifted Higher Than You’ve Ever Been. They All Border One Another, These Opposites And Show How Quickly We Can Be Altered.

Close Your Eyes And Stare Into The Dark.

I Would Love To Write A Mystery - A Romantic, Funny Mystery.

Anyway, It Doesn't Matter How Much, How Often, Or How Closely You Keep An Eye On Things Because You Can't Control It. Sometimes Things And People Just Go. Just Like That.

I Just Need To Do Something New.... I've Got The Big Remote Control Of Life In My Hands, And I'm Ready To Start Pushing Some Buttons.

Our Life Is Made Up Of Time; Our Days Are Measured In Hours, Our Pay Measured By Those Hours, Our Knowledge Is Measured By Years. We Grab A Few Quick Minutes In Our Busy Day To Have A Coffee Break. We Rush Back To Our Desks, We Watch The Clock, We Live By Appointments. And Yet Your Time Eventually Runs Out And You Wonder In Your Heart Of Hearts If Those Seconds, Minutes, Hours, Days, Weeks, Months, Years And Decades Were Being Spent The Best Way They Possibly Could. In Other Words, If You Could Change Anything, Would You?

Always A Chancer, Always Lucky, He'd Fall Into A River And Come Out Dry, With Fish In His Pockets.

What If We Knew What Tomorrow Would Bring? Would We Fix It? Could We?

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

Your Heart Can Break At Any Age.

Two Lost Things That Had Survived The Seas And Arrived On A Coastline. What Did They Do? They Implanted Themselves In The Sand And Grew Into Trees And Lined The Beaches. Sometimes A Lot Can Come Of Being All Washed Up. You Can Really Grow.

Moments Are Precious, Sometimes They Linger And Other Times They're Fleeing, And Yet So Much Could Be Done In Them; You Could Change A Mind, You Could Save A Life And You Could Even Fall In Love.

Falling In Love

I Used To Think That It Was Better To Have Too Much Than Too Little, But Now I Think If The Too Much Was Never Supposed To Be Yours, You Should Just Take What Is Yours And Give The Rest Back.

So Many Objects, So Many Memories. Each Was Being Labelled And Packed Away In Bags Just As It Was In Her Mind. To Be Stored In An Area That Would Sometime Be Called Upon To Teach And Help In Future Life.

Paths Are So Much Clearer When People Stop Looking At What Everyone Else Is Doing And Instead Concentrate On Themselves ~gabe

Her Best Friend Was Gone And Nobody Understood That No Amount Of Makeup, Fresh Air Or Shopping Was Going To Fill The Hole In Her Heart.

I Don't Know Why Men Like To Barbecue So Much. Maybe Its The Only Thing They Can Cook. Or Maybe They're Just Closet Pyromaniacs.

Alone Or Not, You Gotta Walk Forward.

At Moments When Life Is At Its Worst There Are Two Things You Can Do: 1.) Break Down,lose Hope And Refuse To Go On While Lying Face Down On The Ground Banging Your Fists And Kicking Your Legs, Or 2.) Laugh. Bobby And I Did The Latter.

It's Not The Job Of This Town To Make Me Feel Happy. It's Not This Town´s Fault That I Don't Feel I Fit In. It Doesn't Matter Where You Are In The World, Because It's About Where You Are In Your Head. It's About The Other World I Inhabit. The World Of Dreams, Hope, Imagination, And Memories. I'm Happy Up Here, And Because Of That I'm Happy Up There Too

Often When We Realize How Precious Those Seconds Are, It's Too Late For Them To Be Captured Because The Moment Has Passed. We Realize Too Late.

Life... It's A Great And Terrible And Short And Endless Thing. None Of Us Come Out Of It Alive.

My One And Only

It’s Hard For Everyone Isn’t It? Anyone Who Says It’s Easy Is A Liar. There’s This Huge Divide Between Me And Alex Right Now Because I Feel Like We’re Living In Such Different Worlds, I Don’t Know What To Talk About With Him Anymore. And We Used To Be Able To Talk All Night. He Phones Once A Week And I Listen To What He’s Been Up To During The Week And Try To Bite My Tongue Every Time I Go Into Another Katie Story. Truth Is I Have Nothing Other To Talk About But Her And I Know It Bores People. I Think I Used To Be Interesting Once Upon A Time.

I'd Tried Enough To Know That Anything Long Term Wasn't Going To Work.

People Tell Stories And It's Up To Those Who Listen Whether To Believe Or Not." "shouldn't The Storyteller Believe It." "the Storyteller Should Tell It.

There Is Absolutely Nothing Wrong With Returning To The House You Grew Up In Every Now And Again. It's Good For The Soul.

Finding Someone You Love And Who Loves You Back Is A Wonderful, Wonderful Feeling. But Finding A True Soul Mate Is An Even Better Feeling. A Soul Mate Is Someone Who Understands You Like No Other, Loves You Like No Other, Will Be There For You Forever, No Matter What. They Say That Nothing Lasts Forever, But I Am A Firm Believer In The Fact That For Some, Love Lives On Even After We're Gone.

To Mention It Was To Ask A Favor And That As You Were Too Generous, And As For Her To Ask Was Always To Have, She Wouldn't

Sometimes Wrong Numbers Are The Right Numbers

But With Your Life You Make A Few Bad Decisions, Get Unlucky A Few Times, Whatever, But You Have To Keep Going, Right?

You Have The Rest Of Your Lives To Catch Up Together. After All, Soulmates Always End Up Together. [...] Ey-girlfriends Are Easily Forgotten. Best Friends Stay With You For Ever.

Sometimes There Is Only One Thing Left To Say, P. S. I Love You.

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.

Yes It's Difficult. Yes It's Horrible. Yes It's The Worst Thing That Has Ever Happen In My Whole Life. But I Just Can't Give Up.

What A Luxury It Was For People To Hold Their Loved Ones Whenever They Wanted

Don't Be Afraid To Fall In Love Again. Open Your Heart And Follow Where It Leads You...and Remember, Shoot For The Moon.

Falling In Love

We Haven't Lost Everything, If We Haven't Lost Our Hope.

Lost Everything

You've Come To Give Me A Piece Of Your Mind. You Know That Phrase Is Really Beautiful. The Mind Is The Most Powerful Thing In The Body. Whatever The Mind Believes, The Body Can Achieve. So To Give Someone A Piece Of It... Well Thank You. Funny How People Are Always Intent On Giving It To The People They Dislike When It Really Should Be For The Ones They Love.

Are You Saying That The Feeling Of Searching For A Missing Sock Is Like Searching For Love ?

Searching For Love

Yesterday Was A Closed Book, Tomorrow, However, Was Another Story.

This Love Thing Awakened A Group Of Slumbering Senses In My Body That I Never Even Knew Existed.

I Write My Novels Longhand. I Love The Feeling Of Writing; I Love To See Pen On Paper. It Feels More Creative Than Typing, And It's A More Visual Process For Me - I Can Picture The Entire Scene In My Head And Am Merely Writing What I See.

She Needed To Talk, She Needed To Cry, She Needed To Vent All Her Frustrations And Disappointments.

She Strived For Perfection. She Loved Setting Herself Tasks, Sometimes Impossible Ones, To Prove To Her Heart That Underneath Every Seemingly Ugly Thing There Was Something Beautiful Inside.

Time Cannot Be Packaged And Ribboned And Left Under Trees For Christmas Morning.time Can't Be Given.but It Can Be Shared

But Even In Her Laughter There Was Something Missing. She Never Seemed To Be Truly Happy; She Just Seemed To Be Passing Time While She Waited For Something Else. She Was Tired Of Just Existing; She Wanted To Live.

He Was One Of Those People Who Made You Feel Like They Either Didn't Know Or Didn't Care That You Were In The Room And If They Ever Did Acknowledge Your Existence It Was Bizarrely Score One To You, And Twenty Years Later They'd Tell You They'd Always Had A Crush On You But Never Had The Courage To Say Anything And You'd Tell Them, What? I Didn't Even Think You Liked Me? And They'd Say, Are You Crazy? I Just Never Knew What To Say!

Nobody's Life Is Filled With Perfect Little Moments. And If It Were, They Wouldn't Be Perfect Little Moments. They Would Just Be Normal. How Would You Ever Know Happiness If You Never Experience Downs?

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