“And love seemed now such a tortuous path, such an unknown territory. Navigating the arterial pathways of the heart. And even how it sounded. Falling in love. Surely that said everything that needed to be said. Like a headlong pitch… — R.J. Ellory Copy Share Image
Loneliness is a drug, a narcotic; it grows through veins, through nerves and muscles; it assumes some right of possession over your body and… — R.J. Ellory Copy Share Image
“Love was the breaking and healing of hearts. Love was the misunderstood. Love was faith; love was the promise of now that became hope… — R.J. Ellory Copy Share Image
“Some of us, I imagine, write out of anger; some out of pain; some write out of prejudice or loss, some out of passion, the promise of something better, perhaps the belief that—even now—a book can be capable of changing a life. Some of us write to remember, some to forget; some to change things, some to ensure things stay… — R.J. Ellory Copy Share
Let the past be what it was, the present what it is, the future the best it can be. — R.J. Ellory Copy Share Image
“The city went on about its business. A new day would soon begin, and nothing so inconsequential as a death possessed the power to… — R.J. Ellory Copy Share Image
“I looked down at my hands. They were folded neatly together on the table like they belonged to someone else, as if someone had… — R.J. Ellory Copy Share Image
Sorry is for the things you've done that you shouldn't have not for things you believe in. — R.J. Ellory Copy Share Image
“And love seemed now such a tortuous path, such an unknown territory. Navigating the arterial pathways of the heart. And even how it sounded.… — R.J. Ellory Copy Share Image
“Perhaps some of us will have learned enough to make a difference, to influence things for the better, to wait until the moment is… — R.J. Ellory Copy Share Image
A life to hold, or to see slip through uncaring and inattentive hands, but always a life. And given one, we wish for two,… — R.J. Ellory Copy Share Image
“Hij is niet bang in het donker, want hij draagt genoeg van het donker in zich.” — R.J. Ellory Copy Share Image
Blame is a bitter and indigestible thing, even when the blame is a coat you cut for yourself, even when you stood right there… — R.J. Ellory Copy Share Image
