David Nicholls
These days grief seems like walking on a frozen river; most of the time he feels safe enough, but there is always that danger that he will plunge through. Now he hears the ice creak beneath him, and so intense and panicking is the sensation that he has to stand for a moment, press his hands to his face and catch his breath.
— David Nicholls
The true writer, the born writer, will scribble words on scraps of litter, the back of a bus tickets, on the wall of a cell.
— David Nicholls
The unrequited love of ones' only living offspring has its own particular slow acid burn
— David Nicholls
This is me.’" He handed her the precious scrap of paper. ‘Call me, or I’ll call you, but one of us will call, yes? What I mean is it’s not a competition. You don’t lose if you phone first.
— David Nicholls
This is where it all begins. Everything starts here, today.
— David Nicholls
Was it the happiest day of our lives? Probably not, if only because the truly happy days tend not to involve so much organization, are rarely so public or so expensive. The happy ones sneak up, unexpected.
— David Nicholls
Well I can tell you now that married life is not a plateau, not at all. There are ravines and great jagged peaks and hidden crevasses that send the both of you scrabbling into darkness. Then there are dull, parched stretches that you feel will never end, and much of the journey is in fraught silence, and sometimes you can't see the other person at all, sometimes they drift off very far away from you, quite out of sight, and the journey is hard. It is just very, very, very hard.
— David Nicholls
What about damp? What about flooding? Wouldn't it make sense to have a little lawn or garden as a sort of buffer zone between the house and the water? But then it wouldn't be Venice, said Connie's voice in my head. Then it would be Stained.
— David Nicholls
What are you going to do with your life?" In one way or another it seemed that people had been asking her this forever; teachers, her parents, friends at three in the morning, but the question had never seemed this pressing and still she was no nearer an answer... "Live each day as if it's your last', that was the conventional advice, but really, who had the energy for that? What if it rained, or you felt a bit gland? It just wasn't practical. Better by far to be good and courageous and bold and to make difference. Not change the world exactly, but the surrounding bit. Cherish your friends, stay true to your principles, live passionately and fully and well. Experience new things. Love and be loved, if you ever get the chance.
— David Nicholls
Whatever happens tomorrow, we had today; and I'll always remember it
— David Nicholls
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