“I remembered back to leo's burial and holding your hand. I was eleven and you were six, your hand soft and small in mine. As the vicar said 'in sure and certain hope of the resurrection of eternal life' you… — Rosamund Lupton Copy Share Image
“You were right. As you know. Other people may sail through lives of blue seas, with only the occasional squall, but for me life… — Rosamund Lupton Copy Share Image
“Mums answer is so unexpected and I am a litte stunned, actually. I wonder whether, had I known the reason for my name as… — Rosamund Lupton Copy Share Image
“Walking out of an A level paper isn't funny." "It's not that I'm laughing at." "So what is it?" "No one ever tells you… — Rosamund Lupton Copy Share Image
“been united by superficial tendrils of the small and the mundane, but the enormous fact of your death was ripping each fragile connection. I… — Rosamund Lupton Copy Share Image
My job isn't to go around judging people. Priests are meant to teach love and forgiveness. That to me is the essence of being… — Rosamund Lupton Copy Share Image
“Your paintings are staggeringly beautiful. Did I ever tell you that,or was I just too concerned that you weren't going to earn a living?… — Rosamund Lupton Copy Share Image
Surely a good therapist should produce a Dorian Gray-style portrait from under the couch so the patient can see the person they really are. — Rosamund Lupton Copy Share Image
“„Biljke su bile previše prolazne i kratkotrajne. Ja sam više voljela skupljati porculanske ukrase, čvrste pouzdane beživotne predmete koji se slijedećeg dana ne bi… — Rosamund Lupton Copy Share Image
“Because you are my sister in every fiber of my being…but there are aother strands that link us, that wouldn't be seen by even… — Rosamund Lupton Copy Share Image
“„Kad sam ugledala tvoj pramen kose, znala sam da je tuga ljubav pretovrena u vječno nedostajanje.” — Rosamund Lupton Copy Share Image
“„Kao što ste rekli, vrijeme prestaje imati svaki smisao kad umre netko koga voliš.” — Rosamund Lupton Copy Share Image
“Our mind is who we are; it’s where we feel and think and believe. It’s where we have love and hate and faith and… — Rosamund Lupton Copy Share Image
