15 Quotes by Catherine Sanderson

Monochrome contentment or technicolor roller-coaster? No contest, is it?

I think I'd convinced myself that all long-term relationships end up that way; I really thought I had no right to expect more.

I do still love you. I don’t love you enough to be able to give you the things we dreamed about and planned.

Our break-up had been a resounding anti-climax. I wanted to be wept over, bitterly. I wanted to be fought for. Mourned, or regretted just a little. I wanted to feel like I was someone who’d been worth having in the first place.

I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt so wrapped up in someone that I saw only him, caring not a jot what onlookers might think. I ached with nostalgia for a younger, more responsive me, who seemed to feel things more intensely.

Music from my iPod was setting my life to a dramatic soundtrack that only I could hear.