240 Quotes by Paula Hawkins

But then I suppose I’ve never really lost anyone. How would I know what that kind of grief feels like?

The windows of number fifteen, reflecting morning sunshine, look like sightless eyes.

Cathy gets up early to clean the house every Saturday, no matter what. It could be her birthday, it could be the morning of the Rapture – Cathy will get up early on Saturday to clean. She says it’s cathartic, it sets her up for a good weekend, and because she cleans the house aerobically, it means she doesn’t have to go to the gym.

He follows me and I take off my clothes as I’m going up the stairs, and when we get there, when he pushes me down on the bed, I’m not even thinking about him, but it doesn’t matter because he doesn’t know that. I’m good enough to make him believe that it’s all about him.

If I can just learn how to hold on to this feeling, this one I’m having now – if I could just discover how to focus on this happiness, enjoy the moment, not wonder about where the next high is coming from – then everything will be all right.

One more day of drinking, perhaps, and then I’ll get myself straight tomorrow.

I’d never realized, not until the last year or two of my life, how shaming it is to be pitied.

I don’t have a husband. And she betrayed hers. I think of the things her real friends said about her: wonderful, funny, beautiful, warmhearted. Loved. She made a mistake. It happens. We are none of us perfect.

I feel a rush of gratitude so strong, it feels almost like love.