Lucy Dillon > Quotes

“A town without a bookshop is a town without a soul.”
― Lucy Dillon, The Secret of Happy Ever After

“All i care about is giving you the happy ever after you want. In our own messy, complicated way.”
― Lucy Dillon, The Secret of Happy Ever After

“The bookshop felt damp and chilly, but it was still and unsupervised bookshop, and Anna felt a frisson of excitement as she scanned the shelves with greedy eyes. Libraries weren't quite the same, she'd found; something about the prosaic smell of other people's houses and fingers seeping off the pages diluted that sense of magical worlds, but untouched, unread, unexplored books were something else.”
― Lucy Dillon, The Secret of Happy Ever After

“Forget about what came before, or what's going to come. Focus on this exact moment, when you've got everything you need: this is living. Now. Now. And now.”
― Lucy Dillon, A Hundred Pieces of Me

“I always say my biological clock must be digital, because I've never heard it ticking.”
― Lucy Dillon, Lost Dogs and Lonely Hearts

“Don't worry about what you did yesterday, he said, often, worry about what you haven't done today.”
― Lucy Dillon, The Secret of Happy Ever After

“Nice people sometimes do terrible things because they don't want to do one small mean thing. It doesn't automatically make them a bad person forever.”
― Lucy Dillon, The Secret of Happy Ever After

“Where there's cake, there's hope.”
― Lucy Dillon, A Hundred Pieces of Me

“She could remember feeling that disorienting first rush of love, as bright and light as if no one else had ever felt it, as if you were looking down into the ultimate pool of emotional revelation. She also remembered how stupid it made you.”
― Lucy Dillon, The Secret of Happy Ever After

“Nothing feels real, but that’s not a problem because she still hopes that at some point she’ll wake up and this will all have been a dream.”
― Lucy Dillon, A Hundred Pieces of Me

“If the rhythm was right, and the lyrics chimed in with your own mood, putting into words what you were hunting around to express, then your feet did the hard work by themselves while your mind was swept away by the song.”
― Lucy Dillon, The Ballroom Class

“All it took was one person, telling you one thing, and everything could stop.”
― Lucy Dillon, Lost Dogs and Lonely Hearts

“The dress and the dance and the music, all together, meant you could turn a daydream into something real, for those three minutes on the floor, his hand holding yours, your knees brushing his thigh. You could be a dream woman, and your partner could be the man of your most romantic fantasies.”
― Lucy Dillon, The Ballroom Class

“Books matter. They’re an inspiration, an escape. Something bigger than we are . . .”
― Lucy Dillon, The Secret of Happy Ever After

“....ceasul meu biologic este digital, pentru ca nu l-am auzit niciodată ticăind.”
― Lucy Dillon, Lost Dogs and Lonely Hearts

“This is what marriage is about. Being there for someone you love even when they don't love themselves.”
― Lucy Dillon, Unexpected Lessons in Love

“She didn’t know how to express the jolt she felt inside when she saw a photograph that was supposed to be her, yet featured an older woman, with straighter hair and a sharpness about her face that she didn’t recognize as her own. The woman she expected to see—dark, curly-haired, diffident, angling her stance to hide her thick waist—wasn’t there.”
― Lucy Dillon, A Hundred Pieces of Me

“her eyes; she was worn out after the last few”
― Lucy Dillon, One Small Act of Kindness

“Books matter. They are an inspiration, an escape. Something bigger than we are...”
― Lucy Dillon, The Secret of Happy Ever After

“She'd shaped her life around the one night, like a tree growing crookedly around a wall, growing only to cover it up, never branching outwards. Just inwards.”
― Lucy Dillon, The Secret of Happy Ever After

“to see her, Rory less so. To her mortification, Michelle”
― Lucy Dillon, The Secret of Happy Ever After

“She stared unseeing at the park railings, the black paint flaking away in chunks, exposing the Victorian iron beneath. Why hadn’t it come? How had she got to thirty-one, been married and nearly divorced, and never felt the knee-weakening passion even frumpy, mousy Tory Maxwell had enjoyed? Michelle knew herself well enough to know the answer. Because she hadn’t let it come. It was easier to keep everything at arm’s length, under control, because this new Michelle, the bright tough Michelle, was not the sort of girl who let things happen to her, not like hopeless romantic Tory. The old Michelle, the girl who’d sat in the library with her shoes off, reading when she should have been revising, reading when she should have been training, reading when she should have been listening to good advice and not believing in easy happy ever afters . . . That Michelle let things happen to her, not the other way round. Her heart contracted as if an invisible hand were trying to squeeze it dry. I want to be loved, she thought in one sudden clear pang. I want to be held. I want to be swept away by someone. When”
― Lucy Dillon, The Secret of Happy Ever After

“Just now. I”
― Lucy Dillon, The Secret of Happy Ever After