Quote

Was this love? Because it hurt. It was like a bit of glass stuck somewhere important--his heart or his head, and it was throbbing.

Jenny Downham

Change background

T
T
T

Change font

TAGS & TOPICS

Jenny Downham
Age: 60
Born: 1964
Born: January 1
Actor
Author
Film Actor
Novelist
Writer
Inner and Outer London
Bits
Head
Hurt
Important
Throbbing
Heart
Glass
Love
Glasses
Like
Stuck
Somewhere

More quotes by Jenny Downham

Image
. . . my bones they'll burn or bury. It'll be my death.
Jenny Downham
Image
I made a fatal error thinking he could save me.
Jenny Downham
Image
Statement: A girl and a boy jump into a river. The boy swims over to the girl and says, God, it's cold. Question: What's the probability they will kiss?
Jenny Downham
Image
Every few years we disappear, Zoey. All our cells are replaced by others. Not a single bit of me is the same as when I was last in this room.
Jenny Downham
Image
I've always wanted to be a cat. Warm and domesticated when you want to be, wild when you don't.
Jenny Downham
Image
The inside of the door is glossy white. A total re-paint. I touch it with my fingers, but it stays the same. It's so bright it makes the room waver at the edges. Every few years we disappear.
Jenny Downham
Image
It hurts and hurts to have him this close. I feel sick with it.
Jenny Downham
Image
a little bird moves a mountain of sand one grain at a time it picks up one grain every million years and when the mountain has been moved the bird puts it all back again and that's how long eternity is and that's a very long time to be dead
Jenny Downham
Image
when I was four I almost fell down the shaft of a tin mine and when I was five the car rolled over on the motorway and when I was seven we went on holiday and the gas ring blew out in the caravan and nobody noticed I've been dying all my life
Jenny Downham
Image
We make patterns, we share moments.
Jenny Downham
Image
I'm me and you're you, and all of them out there are them. And we're all so different and equally unimportant.
Jenny Downham
Image
Life is made up of a series of moments, each one a journey to the end.
Jenny Downham
Image
When I first saw Ellie, I knew it was her-- she was my fantasy. I didn't want it to be true, but every time I met her it was obvious, and the funny thing was that she was better than the fantasy, like I got more stuff than I'd imagined.
Jenny Downham
Image
Maybe I’ll come back as somebody else. I’ll be the wild-haired girl Adam meets in his first week at university. ‘Hi, are you on the horticultural course as well?
Jenny Downham
Image
She needed food. Diets didn't count in a crisis.
Jenny Downham
Image
Perhaps I'm dead. Perhaps this is all it will be. The living will carry on in their world – touching, walking. And I'll continue in this empty world, tapping soundlessly on the glass between us.
Jenny Downham
Image
I miss him as soon as he goes. When he isn't with me, I think I made him up.
Jenny Downham
Image
I love you. I love you. I send this message through my fingers and into his, up his arm and into his heart. Hear me. I love you. And I'm sorry to leave you.
Jenny Downham
Image
Adam strokes my head, my face, he kisses my tears. We are blessed. Let them all go. The sound of a bird flying low across the garden. Then nothing. Nothing. A cloud passes. Nothing again. Light falls through the window, falls onto me, into me. Moments. All gathering towards this one.
Jenny Downham
Image
Every seven years our bodies change, every cell. Every seven years, we disappear.
Jenny Downham