239 Quotes by Chris Cleave

Off the bike she was like a smoker without cigarettes, never sure what to do with her hands. As soon as she got off the bike, her heart was expected to perform all these baffling secondary functions like loving someone and feeling something and belonging somewhere - when all she'd ever trained it to do was pump blood.

We were exiles from reality that summer. We were refugees from ourselves.

She knew, now, why her father had not spoken of the last war, nor Alistair of his. It was hardly fair on the living.

Her life was one endless loop that she raced around, with steep banked curves so she could never change or slow down. It just delivered her back to herself, over and over and over.

...disaster, when it is quite sure of its own strength, will announce itself by hardly moving its lips...

This life is a deafening roar but listen. You could hear a pin drop.

If you cannot read the beautiful things that have happened in someone's life, why should you care about their sadness?

One phone call: I realized it was as simple as that. People wonder how they are ever going to change their lives, but really it is frighteningly easy.

There are countries of the world, and regions of one's own mind, where it is unwise to travel.