I think I’ve finally worked out how to feel good about life. Every time you see someone’s bright-and-shiny, remember: They have their own crappy truths too. Of course they do.
Except...I do. Of course I do. Because as his hands gently cup my waist, I don't make a sound. As he swivels me around to face him, I don't make a sound. I don't need to. We're still talking. Every to...
Commuting in London is basically warfare. It's a constant campaign of claiming territory; inching forward; never relaxing for a moment. Because if you do, someone will step past you. Or step on you.
But, Audrey, that's what life is. We're all on a jagged graph. I know I am. Up a bit, down a bit. That's life.
But life can’t be about holding on to the bad things. It has to be about grabbing on to the good things and letting the bad things go.
Bex...why did you buy an inflatable canoe?''It's for you to lie on. Or something.''And a watering can?''I couldn't find a plant spray.'Breathlessly I start shoving bags into the taxi.'But why do I nee...
All this time, I wasn't hungry for success, I was hungry.
Shopping with friends is a great way of still enjoying the thrill of the chase without having to make a purchase. It can also be a real bonding opportunity. Helping your friend find something nice is...
Of all the crap, crap, crappy nights I've ever had in the whole of my crap life. On a scale of one to 10, we're talking...a minus 6. And it's not like I even have very high standards.
Butterflies. Jemima’s wrong. This isn’t me against him. This is me with him.
Your father always tries to see the good side of people; to find the excuse. But sometimes there isn't a good side. There isn't an excuse.(Mom - to Lara Lington)
You never know how things are going to turn out, however much you plan.
Yes, contractions can be intense,' Noura continues. 'But your bodies are designed to handle it. And what you must remember is, it's a positive pain. I'm sure you'll both agree?' She looks over at Mum...
When they expect you to give up, that's when you should put your foot down and double speed.
Should I tolerate it as normal male behaviour, like when he gets a cold and starts Googling ?
Once you've started cheating, does it really matter what your methods are?
No human on God's earth is a nobody.
Mum’s like one of those dressage riders on TV. She changes her voice an iota and we all obey her instantly, like trained Olympic horses.
Love. This is a lorry, not a Ferrari.
I’m blushing at my own stupid, nonsensical, meaningless thought process, which, by the way, nobody knows about except me.