“Where does love go when it dies? Into flowers and other beautiful things? Back out into the universe to be recycled?” — Marian Keyes Copy Share Image
“As they say in New York, Get over it and, if you can't get over it, Get over talking about it.” — Marian Keyes Copy Share Image
I rang my mother to thank her for giving birth to me and she said, "What choice had I? You were in there, how… — Marian Keyes Copy Share Image
“I should have learned mindfulness, and it’s too late now because it’s no good learning it when you’re already in crisis: you have to… — Marian Keyes Copy Share Image
“The last time I’d been unwell, suicidally depressed, whatever you want to call it, the reactions of my friends and family had fallen into… — Marian Keyes Copy Share Image
I'm not looking for pity, I'm really not, but I'm constantly uneasy and every day it is pretty much like getting up and going… — Marian Keyes Copy Share Image
Some think love can be measured by the amount of butterflies in their tummy. Others think love can be measured in bunches of flowers,… — Marian Keyes Copy Share Image
“I awake. I don’t mean to but clearly I have not appeased the Sleep Gods with enough offerings.” — Marian Keyes Copy Share Image
It was only when the salt water of my tears ran into my cuts and made them sting that I discovered I was crying. — Marian Keyes Copy Share Image
I wished there was some kind of switch on my brain. That I could turn it off in the same way that I could… — Marian Keyes Copy Share Image
“I click to buy it and I’m furious to discover that it’s not available in Ireland and they won’t post it from abroad and… — Marian Keyes Copy Share Image
I've never made a secret of the fact that I'd have loved to have children. — Marian Keyes Copy Share Image
