how can he love me then not? He went,he ran. And I cannot bring him back. Yet I left the door metaphorically wide open, hoping he'd come back and bang on it proclaiming, "I want to be here with you.… — Freya North Copy Share Image
She didn't want to be reminded of her past or how different her present was from the future she'd taken for granted. — Freya North Copy Share Image
how can he love me then not? He went,he ran. And I cannot bring him back. Yet I left the door metaphorically wide open,… — Freya North Copy Share Image
“In life, time can't stand still and it's unrealistic to attempt to create a state where it does. There again, time passes all too… — Freya North Copy Share Image
That's the beauty about love. It's not about give-and-take - it's about feeling safe in one's needs - wanting to be looked after as… — Freya North Copy Share Image
“You do NOT fear your OWN ability to COMMIT. Just think about your unwavering dedication to your career, your notion of sisterhood and friendship.… — Freya North Copy Share Image
“I hope it's that she simply doesn't figure large enough in his life to be worth mentioning, Vita thought. And then she thought, if… — Freya North Copy Share Image
Am I falling in love? She thought, is it safe to do so with this man? She thought, I don't need to answer. — Freya North Copy Share Image
“It wasn't about opening her mind, it was about closing down the racket of thoughts and opening up her body. She was tingling and… — Freya North Copy Share Image
“For the first time in her life, she read voraciously. Anything that was on Joe's bookshelves she considered to have a worthy seal of… — Freya North Copy Share Image
She liked him. She liked the feeling of liking him. She felt light and smiley and too full of excitement to think of anything… — Freya North Copy Share Image
“It's chemical, fancying him is purely chemical. It's intoxicating - the frisson, the attraction - it's intoxicating because it's purely chemical. But you'll just… — Freya North Copy Share Image
“Currently she was midway through a bittersweet David Nicholls novel that any other time might well have made her self-indulgently reflective.” — Freya North Copy Share Image
Tell me that you refuse to allow me to be so stupid. Tell me that you will not tolerate this relationship being over just… — Freya North Copy Share Image
