my favourite sentences...


You can hide memory, but you can't erase the history that produced them.

It was sad to see what used to be so fundamental to our lives fade away and disappear in front of our own eyes.

Words don't come out when you're deeply hurt. That's why people keep silent and give no explanation. Yet, Murakami once wrote in his novel, 1Q84, "If you can't understand without an explanation, you can't understand with an explanation." Sometimes, people tend to not wanting to understand things instead of wanting to understand things. In short, they tend to ignore the possibility of trying to understand things.

do you know what makes life interesting?
--> it's interesting because we don't know what the future holds for us. don't blame the fate. we decide our fate, it's our choice. we can't choose where to be born, but we can certainly choose the way we live our life...

the life is yours, why bother asking other people to paint it for you?...

when we're small our word has never been counted; when we're big every word has always been counted...

i may not be able to wait thirteen months for you, nor until you are twenty-five, but i can wait for you a lifetime -- Under the Hawthorn Tree by Ai Mi

waiting, though one minute, it's still unbearable...

death doesn't mean that we are no longer existing. death just means a move to another world...

why can parents wholeheartedly sacrifice everything for the happiness of their children, even their life? but why can't their children, whom they give birth to, do the same thing to them? what power is it that encourages them to do so?....

the thing i'm most afraid of is ME. of not knowing what i'm going to do. of not knowing what i'm doing right now.

people always meet new friends. but they should not forget their old friends. because without your old friends we don't have a chance to meet new friends. the memories with our friends will be there forever in our brain. we can't omit it though time passes.

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

extracts from "love, rosie" by cecilia ahern

ever since we were kids we pushed away every single person that could possibly have been our friend. we blocked people until there was only me and you. you probably haven't noticed, because you have never been in the position i am in now. you have always had someone. you always had me. i always had you. now you have bethany and i have no one.

now i feel like those other people that used to try to become our friend, that tried to push their way into our circle but were met by turned backs. i know you're probably not doing it deliberately just as we never did it deliberately. it's not that we didn't want anyone else, it's just that we didn't need them. sadly now it looks like you don't need me anymore.

anyway i'm not moaning on about how much i hate her, i'm just trying to tell you that i miss you. and that well... i'm lonely.

can't you be friends with two people at once?

i know you have found someone who is extra special, and i know you both have a special "bond," or whatever, that you and i will never have. but we have another bond, we're best friends. or does the best friend bond disappear as soon as you meet somebody else? maybe it does, maybe i just don't understand that because i haven't met that "somebody special." i'm not in any hurry to, either. i liked things the way they were.

so maybe bethany is now your best friend and i have been relegated to just being your "friend."

how could someone who was your bridesmaid 20 years ago not even be someone who you are on talking terms with now?

anyway, my point is (I know there is one), i don't want to be one of those easily forgotten people, so important at the time, so special, so influential, and so treasured, yet years later just a vague face and a distant memory.

i'm happy you're happy, really i am, but i feel like i've been left behind. maybe our time has come and gone. maybe your time is now meant to be spent with bethany.

i really miss you, i miss all our chats and jokes, things aren't the same without you!

this is such the wrong time to leave.

i can't remember ever being so excited! it will be so brilliant, us living together.

alex has only been gone a few weeks and i feel like he's dead, which is an absolutely awful thing to think, i know, but it just feels that way...

i'm just short of getting down on my hands and knees and begging for someone to be my friend.

i spent the last few years ignoring them so they don't feel like they really have to talk to me.

i wake up in the morning and i feel like i'm missing something. i know that there's something not right, and it takes me a while to remember what it is... then i remember. my best friend is gone. my only friend. it was silly of me to rely so much on one person. it's all coming back to me now.

aim for something rosie, i know you don't want to hear it, but it will help. aim for what you want and the year will all make sense. what seems tragic now won't even be an issue in a few years time. you and alex have the rest of your lives to catch up together... after all, soul mates always end up together. silly bethany won't even be remembered in a few years time. ex-girlfriends are easily forgotten. best friends stay with you forever. i'm still looking for myself but may have found someone else in the process.

you better not move a muscle, mr. stewart, because i am finally coming to see you.

i'm disappointed but let's be realistic, it's not the end of the world.

life is funny, isn't it? just when you think you've got it all figured out, just when you finally begin to plan something, get excited about something, and feel like you know what direction you're heading in, the paths change, the signs change, the wind blows the other way, north is suddenly south, and east is west, and you're lost. it is so easy to lose your way, to lose direction.

there aren't many sure things in life, but one thing i know for sure is that you have to deal with the consequences of your actions. you have to follow through on some things.

a baby will fill you with love and pride, make you laugh, make you cry, make you strong, and help you to be more independent. you will learn far more from the experience than a maths class.

she can barely take care of herself let alone a baby.

let me help you find yourself. allow my words of wisdom to rain down on you and shower you with knowledge. from one sister who greatly loves and respects you and wishes for nothing but happiness and great fortune in your life, please take my advice.

i know you've never met but she feels like she knows you from me talking about our old times so much.

she seems a bit upset about something, though she won't say what it is.

why do i get the feeling i was being ignored?

i liked that i didn't have to look out for somebody else while i walked down the street.

i liked laughing at a joke without my sleeve being tugged at and being asked to explain.

we were talking a hundred words a second, barely even listening to the ends of each other's sentences before moving on to the next.

it was like the world stopped running in that instant. like everyone around us was wiped out. like everything at home was forgotten about. it was like those few minutes on this world were created just for us and all we could do was look at each other. it was like he was seeing my face for the very first time. he looked confused but kind of amused.

if you don't go you will be ending what was once and what still is one of the strongest bonds of friendship that i have ever seen.

i know you are embarrassed by what happened a few years ago when you visited, but swallow your pride, hold your chin up.

no one that measures up to what you mean to me.

what doesn't belong to sally is a lifetime of memories of alex the child, alex the teenager, and alex the almost-a-man that i'm sure he would rather forget but that i will now fill you all in on.

i sound like an old man reminiscing on years gone by!

finding a friend and finding a partner are two very different things.

ted and greg will have absolutely nothing in common, they're like chalk and cheese; a bank manager and a possible bank robber. they will hate each other, the atmosphere will be awkward, no one will talk, all you'll hear is the munching of food in our mouths over the deafening silence like some kind of weird Chinese torture, we'll all refuse dessert, skip the coffee, pick up the check, and leg it out the door and feel relieved and promise ourselves never to meet up again.