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
disappointment frustration cry
She needed to talk, she needed to cry, she needed to vent all her frustrations and disappointments.
unusual-things mind sometimes
Our minds do unusual things sometimes, Tamara. When we’re looking for things it takes it upon itself to go down its own route. All we can do is follow
ideas needs sometimes
sometimes we have absolutely no idea where we are, we need the smallest clue to show us where to begin.
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.
people path
Paths are so much clearer when people stop looking at what everyone else is doing and instead concentrate on themselves ~Gabe
beach sea two
Two lost things that had survived the seas and arrived on a coastline. What did they do? They implanted themselves in the sand and grew into trees and lined the beaches. Sometimes a lot can come of being all washed up. You can really grow.
people secret layers
This story is about people,secrets and time.About people who, not unlike parcels,hide secrets,who cover themselves with layers until they present themselves to the right ones who can unwrap them and see inside.
issues years tragic
What seems tragic now won't even be an issue in a few years time.
dark self shadow
I don't know why, but there's always the part of you, the part that hides in the shadows protecting the self-destruct button, that doesn't ever want to leave the dark behind.
dream land air
Alone because love was one of those feelings that you could never have control of. And she needed to be in control. She had loved before, had been loved, had tasted what it was to dream, and had felt what it was to dance on air. She had also learned what it was to cruelly land back on the earth with a thud.
writing night space
I'm most happy when I am writing at night, because I need space and time to write.
jesus writing men
Write what's up there." Sister Ignatius pointed at her temple. "As a great man once said, this is a secret garden. We've all got one of those." "Jesus?" "No, Bruce Springsteen.
eye ideas worry
Don't ever take for granted when people look in your eyes; you have no idea how important it is to be acknowledged. Even if it's an angry stare, because it's when they ignore you, when they look right through you, that you should start worrying.
heart break
Imagining and fantasizing did nothing but break her heart.