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Yesterday was a closed book, tomorrow, however, was another story.

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Cecelia Ahern
Age: 43
Born: 1981
Born: September 30
Novelist
Screenwriter
Television Producer
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Dublin city
Tomorrow
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Another
Stories
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Closed
Yesterday
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I want a character to wake up one day and feel like, I can face it. That, to me, is happy. I want the characters to rescue themselves, though you use the relationships you have, to make you strong enough to be able to do that.
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I suppose it’s easier to see the way out of anything when you’ve found your way out of that maze. When you’re stuck in the middle, in a series of dead-ends making circles, it’s difficult to make any sense of anything.
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at your weakest, you end up showing more strength at your lowest, you are suddenly lifted higher than you’ve ever been. They all border one another, these opposites and show how quickly we can be altered.
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And that is how Goodwin problems were always fixed. Fix them on the surface but don't go to the root, always ignoring the elephant in the room. I think that morning was when I realized I'd grown up with an elephant in every room of my life. It was practically our family pet.
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Nobody's life is filled with perfect little moments. And if it were, they wouldn't be perfect little moments. They would just be normal. How would you ever know happiness if you never experience downs?
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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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Her eyes, mostly cast downward, occasionally flicker upwards to meet his before falling again. She is apologetic for everything, as always, constantly saying sorry to the world, as though as her very presence offends.
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Somewhere along the way, without me even noticing, I grew up Alex. For once, I couldn’t take advice from anyone around me about what I should or shouldn’t do. I couldn’t go running to mum and dad and I can’t compare my marriage to anybody else’s, we all follow our own rules.
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Not like a heart, which let people in without permission, held them in a special place she never had any say in and then yearned for them to remain there longer than they planned.
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Truth is, something that I thought was perfect was taken away from me, and I never wanted perfect again. I wanted middle of the road, stuff I didn’t care about so that I couldn’t lose anything I really loved ever again.
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How presumptuous they had both been never to consider growing old as an achievement and a challenge. Aging was something they'd both wanted so much to avoid.
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This house isn't mine anymore, but the memories are the memories can't be sold. The building that housed my once-upon-a-time dreams stands for someone else now, as it did for the people before us, and I feel happy to let it go. Happy that I can begin again, anew, though bearing the scars of before. They represent wounds that have healed.
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If invisible people eat invisible food does invisible wind blow invisible trees?
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Memories were fine but you couldn't touch them, smell them or hold them. They were never exactly as the moment was, and they faded with time.
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This love thing awakened a group of slumbering senses in my body that I never even knew existed.
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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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But where pain was, healing could come where loneliness was, new relationships could be formed where rejection was, new love could be found. It was a moment. And moments changed. She would have to live through the moment to get to the next.
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There's a fine line between love and hate.Love frees a soul and in the same breath can sometimes suffocate it.
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Her silence was worth more to her than a thousand words.In that silence,she had peace and clarity.Except during the night,when her own jumbled thoughts would keep her awake.
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You gotta be rich to be insane, Hol. Losing your mind is not a luxury for the middle class.
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