69 Quotes by Susan Fletcher

Kisses open doors, I’ve noticed. That one gesture can unlock secrets, ease open feelings. It can’t be prevented – these kisses just are. It’s how they work. They break into basements you never knew you had.

Love is blind, they say – but isn’t it more that love makes us see too much? Isn’t it more that love floods our brain with sights and sounds, so that everything looks bigger, brighter, more lovely than ever before?

Sometimes we have so much to say, we cannot say it. Sometimes it’s best we do not say goodbyes.

Strange, what the heart can bear. It can carry grief beyond measure. It can bear a weight that is too great to speak of. But a heart can’t bear the world. It has its limits...

But maybe the best thing I learnt was this: that we cannot know a person’s soul and nature until we’ve sat beside them, and talked.

I’ve done so many bad things in my life but the stars always forgave me.

Is that why we give flowers? To express admiration? Sometimes. But there are other reasons. A symbol of love or of commiseration. A way of saying thank you. A mark of respect. Proof we like someone and want them to smile. And we put flowers on graves to say “Look, we still think of you. You’ve left a space behind.

We have our stories, and we speak of them, and weave them into other people’s stories – that’s how it goes, does it not?

I’ve heard fate talked of. It’s not a word I use. I think we make our own choices. I think how we live our lives is our own doing, and we cannot fully hope on dreams and stars. But dreams and stars can guide us, perhaps. And the heart’s voice is a strong one. Always is.