Cecelia Ahern
Cecelia Ahern
Cecelia Ahernis an Irish novelist since 2004. She has published several novels and contributed a number of short stories to various anthologies...
NationalityIrish
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth30 September 1981
CityDublin, Ireland
CountryIreland
luxury people romance
what a luxury it was for people to hold their loved ones whenever they wanted
time war heart
Time is more precious than gold, more precious than diamonds, more precious than oil or any valuable treasures. It is time that we do not have enough of; it is time that causes the war within our hearts, and so we must spend it wisely.
strong character one-day
I want a character to wake up one day and feel like, I can face it. That, to me, is happy. I want the characters to rescue themselves, though you use the relationships you have, to make you strong enough to be able to do that.
goodbye hate people
I make it easier for people to leave by making them hate me a little.
achievement challenges growing
How presumptuous they had both been never to consider growing old as an achievement and a challenge. Aging was something they'd both wanted so much to avoid.
circles way mazes
I suppose it’s easier to see the way out of anything when you’ve found your way out of that maze. When you’re stuck in the middle, in a series of dead-ends making circles, it’s difficult to make any sense of anything.
life-sucks soul floating
Hundreds of butts in piles on the ground to mark the spot, their lives sucked out of them by their users in panicked distressed frenzy, their souls floating around the insides of lungs while their outsides were dropped, stamped on and deserted
stupid mean people
people who say its a long story, mean it's a stupid short one that they are too embarrassed and couldn't be bothered to tell
grieving two people
Don't mind all those people who say that you should be back to normal in a month or two. Grieving is all part of helping yourself anyway.
jobs sight forever
You never forget about things you've done that you know you shouldn't have done. They hang around your mind, linger like a thief casing a joint for a future job. You see them there, dramatically lurking nearby in striped monochrome, leaping behind postboxes as soon as your head whips around to confront them. Or it's a familiar face in a crowd that you glimpse but then lose sight of. An annoying Where's Wally? forever locked away and hidden in every thought in your conscience. The bad thing that you did, always there to let you know.
numbers wrong-number sometimes
Sometimes wrong numbers are the right numbers
order giving sometimes
Sometimes you have to give yourself to somebody in order to see who you are. Sometimes you have to unravel things to get to the core
worry sanity
they worry about my sanity i join with them on that
disappointment frustration cry
She needed to talk, she needed to cry, she needed to vent all her frustrations and disappointments.