Lisa Kleypas Quotes

I did pick up a guitar once, but the strings hurt my fingers so I put it down again.

Negotiating is like trying to pick up mercury with a fork.

The only thing that's problematic is the constant explaining, the constant need to kind of go, No, I don't want that because of such and such. I feel like I'm a pain in the ass, and I don't like being difficult.

The explanation avails nothing, which in leading us from one difficulty involves us in another.

Intelligence is like four-wheel drive. It only allows you to get stuck in more remote places.

A difficulty is a light. An insurmountable difficulty is a sun.

If you're hurting, you need to help somebody else ease their hurt. If you're in pain, help somebody else's pain.

You use to drive me wild, but lately you get your kicks from just knocking me down, down, down.

The secret of success is to find a need and fill it, to find a hurt and heal it, to find somebody with a problem and offer to help solve it.

Because everything worth having hurts.

In order to fix it, you need a passionate anger about something that doesn't work well.

Someone asked me...how it felt and I was reminded of a story that a fellow townsman of ours used to tell--Abraham Lincoln. They asked him how he felt once after an unsuccessful election. He said he felt like a little boy who had stubbed his toe in the dark. He said that he was too old to cry, but it hurt too much to laugh.

It is no use. I find it impossible to work with security staring me in the face.

For almost two months now I've been struggling away with no result.

Spikes, " he sighed. "Heads. Walls.

When I find myself having that much trouble with a song or a character or a story, I tend to move on.

When you are face to face with a difficulty, you are up against a discovery.

Not everything is about beating your head against the wall until it breaks.” “Just most things.

The pleasure of despair. But then, it is in despair that we find the most acute pleasure, especially when we are aware of the hopelessness of the situation... ...everything is a mess in which it is impossible to tell what's what, but that despite this impossibility and deception it still hurts you, and the less you can understand, the more it hurts.

That's what I told myself five hundred times: impossibility. I can tell you this much: the word is a great big log thrown on the fires of love. ~Page 133.

Hope hurt more than the cold.

I'll think about something else. I'll just sit quietly. If I could sit still. If I could sit still, maybe I could read. Oh, all the books are about people who love each other, truly and sweetly. What do they want to write about that for? Don't they know it isn't true? Don't they know it's a lie, it's a God-damned lie? What do they have to tell about that for, when they know how it hurts?

If at first you don't succeed - give it up. It isn't worth the pain.