Loneliness is a drug, a narcotic; it grows through veins, through nerves and muscles; it assumes some right of possession over your body and mind; it feeds itself, and creates its own requirement. Loneliness and solitude are walls. — 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
