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We each have our hiding places and we each put up with the little quirks of the people we love.

Cecelia Ahern

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Cecelia Ahern
Age: 43
Born: 1981
Born: September 30
Novelist
Screenwriter
Television Producer
Writer
Dublin city
Hiding
Places
Littles
Little
Love
People
Quirks

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are you saying that the feeling of searching for a missing sock is like searching for love ?
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So many objects, so many memories. Each was being labelled and packed away in bags just as it was in her mind. To be stored in an area that would sometime be called upon to teach and help in future life.
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Always a chancer, always lucky, he'd fall into a river and come out dry, with fish in his pockets.
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Yesterday was a closed book, tomorrow, however, was another story.
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And nobody had told them that they were short on time.
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Empty words almost echo within themselves
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As the rain falls and the sun shines, they grow, grow, grow minds so open, they go through life aware and accepting, seeing light where there's dark, seeing possibility in dead ends, tasting victory as others spit out failure, questioning where others accept. Just a little less jaded, a little less cynical.
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I lost my dad. He lost his tomorrows and I lost all the tomorrows with him. You could say that now, I appreciate them when they come. Now, I want to make them the best they can possibly be.
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Nobody can pretend to know what people want to read or hear or see. People rarely know it themselves they only know it after the fact.
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Anyway, it doesn't matter how much, how often, or how closely you keep an eye on things because you can't control it. Sometimes things and people just go. Just like that.
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Most of all she loved that when she hugged him her head would rest neatly just below his chin, where she could feel his breath lightly blowing her hair and tickling her head.
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