Marian Keyes Quotes

I dont think there is anything on earth more wonderful than those wistful incomplete friendships one makes now and then in an hour's talk. You never see the people again, but the lingering sense of their presence in the world is like the glow of an unseen city at night--makes you feel the teemingness of it all.

There have been people I've warmed to over the years but, as the situation I'm in is so fleeting and transient, I've always known it's going to be over kind of real quick.

We have this idea that love is supposed to last forever. But love isn't like that. It's a free-flowing energy that comes and goes when it pleases. Sometimes, it stays for life; other times it stays for a second, a day, a month or a year. So don't fear love when it comes simply because it makes you vulnerable. But don't be surprised when it leaves either. Just be glad you had the opportunity to experience it.

There are people who come into our lives as welcome as a cool breeze in summer- and last about as long.

The truth is, some relationships are supposed to last forever, and some are only supposed to last a few days. That’s the way life is.

Ah me! the world is full of meetings such as this,--a thrill, a voiceless challenge and reply, and sudden partings after!

I have had, and may have still, a thousand friends, as they are called, in life, who are like one's partners in the waltz of this world -not much remembered when the ball is over.

I hate how the people who really get you are the ones you can never hold on to for very long. And the ones who don’t understand you at all stick around.

No, friends were like clothes: fine while they lasted but eventually they wore thin or you grew out of them.

Chance acquaintances are sometimes the most memorable, for brief friendships have such definite starting and stopping points that they take on a quality of art, of a whole thing, which cannot be broken or spoiled.

When it comes to my Uncle Jack, my father, or any other loved ones we've lost, I believe in honoring lives, not deaths.

I think sometimes in the focus on deep friendships and on romantic relationships, we can lose sight of how important the small connections we make are with strangers and with people that we may encounter for just a few seconds or a few minutes, whether it's the barista at our coffee shop or the stranger next to us on the subway.

Sometimes you meet someone who changes the way you think forever and yet you meet her for just those fleeting moments in life, perhaps never to meet her again.

I've made some really good friends from movies, but a lot of the time it's a very isolated experience that lives and dies during the production.

The best part is not the biggest, it's the one that's most memorable.

Friendship is evanescent in every man's experience, and remembered like heat lightning in past summers.

It is curious how sometimes the memory of death lives on for so much longer than the memory of the life that it purloined. Over the years, as the memory of Sophie Mol ... slowly faded, the Loss of Sophie Mol grew robust and alive. It was always there. Like a fruit in season. Every season. As permanent as a government job.

You pass people on the street, some are for you, some are not.

I suspected that what happens in hotel rooms rarely lasts outside of them. I suspected that when something was a beginning and an ending at the same time, that meant it could only exist in the present.

Summer romances end for all kinds of reasons. But when all is said and done, they have one thing in common: They are shooting stars-a spectacular moment of light in the heavens, a fleeting glimpse of eternity. And in a flash, they're gone.

Out of a hundred years a few minutes were made that stayed with me, not a hundred years.

So we came to understand that small and important thing, that our lives could be large with interesting strangers who would pass us without any personal involvement.

I've always seen making movies as a bunch of little births and deaths. We come in. We don't know anybody or very few people that we work with, but the nature of the job pulls us into a sort of an intimate kind of relationship and communication and then they're gone and it's kind of melancholy. You miss that guy but then suddenly you're working with him again maybe somewhere.

I know he's dead! Don't you think I know that? I can still like him, though, can't I? Just because somebody's dead, you don't just stop liking them, for God's sake--especially if they were about a thousand times nicer than the people you know that're alive and all.

I love Love -- though he has wings, And like light can flee.