Chris Cleave Quotes
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Chris Cleave Famous Quotes & Sayings
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There was no quick grief for Andrew because he had been so slowly lost. First from my heart, then from my mind, and only finally from my life.
She knew, now, why her father had not spoken of the last war, nor Alistair of his. It was hardly fair on the living.
I was brought up to believe that everyone brave is forgiven, but in wartime courage is cheap and clemency out of season. Unless
Life is savagely unfair. It ignores our deep-seated convictions and places a disproportionate emphasis on the decisions we make in split seconds.
I'm always determined that as a novelist I'm going to go out there and research my characters very thoroughly before I start writing.
Perhaps life just turned a person who tried harder into a person who felt they must write it on someone else's report.
Yu only be livin one life, darlin. Don't matter yu don't uh-preshie-ate part of it, cos it don't stop bein part of yu.
One could always imagine that one's life, though smoldering in parts, might be undamaged in the west.
We're often told that we live in a globalized world, and we talk about it all the time, but people don't stop to think about what it means.
We have our agreement about scars, I know, but this time I looked away because sometime you can see too much beauty.
There was something about the star, rising above the stable, that still pulled a crowd in from the fields.
In the history of the world there was not one example of a man ever having written a satisfactory letter to a woman who mattered to him.
All the things we make exceptional are merely borrowed from the mundane and must without warning be surrendered to it.
Women fall differently, that's all. We die by the stopping of our hearts, they by the insistence of theirs.
I do not think you are wrong for living the life you were born in. A dog must be a dog and a wolf must be a wolf, that is the proverb in my county
There's eight million people here pretending the others aren't getting on their nerves. I believe it's called civilization.
I thought there'd be some black people." "Hitler will only fight them in separate units. He's a snob.
In the quiet of the garden then the robin shook his worm, and swallowed its life from the light into darkness with the quick indifference of a god.
I suppose all of us have to look at our job and ask how it now serves the cause I suppose one is lucky if a simple answer presents itself.
I like to push characters to extremes so they have to make really tough decisions and there is no life more extreme than that of an athlete.
I realized that I was carrying two cargoes. Yes, one of them was horror, but the other one was hope. I realized I had killed myself back to life.
It is good to live like this. Once you are ready to die, you do not suffer so badly from the horror.
Horror in your country is something you take a dose of to remind yourself that you are not suffering from it.
Yes but he is a man though, don't you see? You could knit one quicker than you can make one fit off-the-shelf.
London had always had this trick of living in two time signatures at once - the urgent and the always - each in earshot of the other.
Such was the past, after all: it left the present cluttered with objects the survivors were immune to.
Still shaking, in the pew, I understood that it isn't the dead we cry for. We cry for ourselves, and I didn't deserve my own pity.
London was perfectly prepared to give him a night out of anywhere on earth, and yet all he asked was to come home.
She supposed she must be in love. That [he] was slightly infuriating, and that she didn't mind in the slightest, might be proof of it.
We did not have hurry. We did not have electricity or fresh water or sadness either, because none of these had been connected to our village yet.
I hope this letter reaches you (Osama) anyway. I hope it finds you before the Americans do otherwise I'm going to wish I hadn't bothered aren't I?
There's what people say, and there's what people mean, and I like to explore the difference between the two.
This is the forked tongue of grief again. It whispers in one ear: return to what you once loved best, and in the other ear it whispers, move on.
You know what worries me about the enemy? It's the violence. It is almost as if he thinks he can solve every problem this way.