Our own personal brand of courage - in relationships, in conflict, in our principles - is as unique as our fingerprints. — Chris Cleave Copy Share Image
In a few breaths' time I will speak some sad words to you. But you must hear them the same way we… — Chris Cleave Sad words Copy Share Image
When I reached Fort Binjemma, for example, where my grandfather was stationed for a while, the whole Victorian fort was decaying. Barbed… — Chris Cleave Ancient Copy Share Image
“to her, Do yu know the name of dis place where we is at? But the third girl did not know either.… — Chris Cleave Copy Share Image
“Every bitter joule of rage had been converted into speed. She was empty. There was no pain. The air whistled past her… — Chris Cleave Mercy Copy Share Image
I wanted to look at the differences between how we fought then and how we fight now, because the current lack of… — Chris Cleave Copy Share Image
Sad words are just another beauty. A sad story means, this storyteller is alive. The next thing you know something fine will… — Chris Cleave Alive Copy Share Image
“because this is how it was with them: the boy’s father had dark skin, darker even than my own, and the boy’s… — Chris Cleave Dark skin Copy Share Image
“Isn't it sad, growing up? You start off like my Charlie. You start off thinking you can kill all the baddies and… — Chris Cleave Copy Share Image
“The idea that Sophie could die had always been there, ever since the first diagnosis, and yet it seemed like a bad… — Chris Cleave Fear Copy Share Image
The reason why I love people, and writing about them, is because they don't always respond with hate and anger. If they… — Chris Cleave Anger Copy Share Image
“When death comes you do not stay for one minute in the place it has visited. Many things arrive after death-sadness, questions,… — Chris Cleave Death Copy Share Image
“Lawrence frowned. "I don't get you," he said. "If you understood how serious your situation is, I don't think you'd smile." I… — Chris Cleave Copy Share Image
I was astonished to find that the positions my grandfather had defended were now overgrown and entangled with trees and thorns. I… — Chris Cleave Copy Share Image
