382 Quotes by David Nicholls

The unrequited love of ones’ only living offspring has its own particular slow acid burn.

It’s the face itself that I love, not that face at twenty-eight or thirty-four or forty-three. It’s that face.

I love him, she thought. I’m just not in love with him and also I don’t love him. I’ve tried, I’ve strained to love him but I can’t. I am building a life with a man I don’t love, and I don’t know what to do about it.

In portraiture I look for people that I recognise – ‘Look, it’s Uncle Tony’ – or for the faces of film stars. The Madame Tussaud’s school of art appreciation.

And of course there is always joy in witnessing the joy of others.

Maybe we’ve grown out of each other.

I applied for the University of Life. Didn’t get the grades.

She no longer think that a situation could be made better by writing a poem about it.

And there it is again, the look. There’s no doubt about it, if Sylvie had a receipt, she would have taken him back by now; this one’s gone wrong. It’s not what I wanted.