Cecelia Ahern Quotes

An answer in words is delusive; it is really no answer to the questions you ask.

Nothing echoes like an empty mailbox.

Sometimes speech is no more than a device for saying nothing - and a neater one than silence.

Writing is learning to say nothing, more cleverly each day.

Sincere words are not fine; fine words are not sincere.

I saw him turn his charm on and off, like water from the tap at the kitchen sink. He said nothing of substance. He seemed to me essentially an actor.

All tongue, without either head or heart.’

Oh Lord. Deliver us from the hypocrisy of talking to sound reasonable while not being reasonable.

Trump has words, but there's not really any depth there.

In general those who nothing have to say Contrive to spend the longest time in doing it.

The emptiness was intense, like the stillness in a great factory when the machinery stops running.

He's not human; he's an empty space disguised as a human.

How could someone with a life this full feel this empty?

She'd cried over a broken heart before. She knew what that felt like, and it didn't feel like this. Her heart felt not so much broken as just ... empty. It felt like she was an outline empty in the middle. The outline cried senselessly for the absent middle. The past cried for the present that was nothing.

The empty, the angry, the lonely, the tricked, we are all museums of fear.

This self now as I leant over the gate looking down over fields rolling in waves of colour beneath me made no answer. He threw up no opposition. He attempted no phrase. His fist did not form. I waited. I listened. Nothing came, nothing. I cried then with a sudden conviction of complete desertion. Now there is nothing. No fin breaks the waste of this immeasurable sea. Life has destroyed me. No echo comes when I speak, no varied words. This is more truly death than the death of friends, than the death of youth.

An empty man is full of himself.

For they are yet ear-kissing arguments.

My soul is an empty carousel at sunset.

...the sound of our lack of conversation amplified by the echo of our footsteps on the stone around us.

There are moments when it's too quiet. Particularly late at night or early in the mornings. That's when you know there's something lacking in your life. You just know.

Prayer begins at the edge of emptiness.

I am empty of everything. I am empty of everything but the thin, frail ghosts in my room.

And where there is no Echo there is no description of space or love. There is only silence.

I got up and walked back to my roominghouse. The moonlight was bright. My footsteps echoed in the empty street and it sounded as if somebody was following me, I looked around. I was mistaken. I was quite alone.