David Nicholls may refer to:
And then some days you wake up and everything's perfect
I'm trying to be inspiring! I'm trying to lift your grubby soul for the great adventure that lies ahead of you!
Once you decide not to worry about that stuff anymore, dating and relationships and love and all that, it's like you're free to get on with real life.
But at the best of times she feels like a character in a Muriel Spark novel — independent, bookish, sharp-minded, secretly romantic.
This isn't a letter, it's a gift.
This might sound really foolish, but when I came to Edinburgh in 1988 I had spent nearly all my life living south of Bristol, and I was just amazed that a city like Edinburgh was actually in the British isles.
I think I became a writer because I used to write letters to my friends, and I used to love writing them. I loved the idea that you can put marks on a page and send it off, and two days later, someone laughs somewhere else in the world.
Better by far to be good and courageous and bold and to make difference. Not change the world exactly, but the bit around you
I'm not the consolation prize, Dex. I'm not something you resort to. I happen to think I'm worth more than that.
A moment passed, perhaps half a second when their faces said what they felt, and then Emma was smiling, laughing, her arms around his neck.
And then she frowned, and shook her head, then put her arms around him once more, pressing her face into his shoulder, making a noise that sounded almost like rage. 'What's up?' he asked. 'Nothing. Oh, nothing. Just. . . ' She looked up at him. 'I thought I'd finally got rid of you. ' 'I don't think you can. ' he said
Just kidding' was exactly what people wrote when they meant every word.
People change, no use getting sentimental about it. Move on, find someone else.
Envy was just the tax you paid on success.
She glanced at the other diners, all of them going into their act, and thought is this what it all boils down to? Romantic love, is this all it is, a talent show?
I worry sometimes that I'm a bit moralistic; always writing about men who are learning to grow up, not be so self-absorbed, selfish or badly behaved. I wonder if that's dull and liberal and wimpy? I should probably write something that celebrates wickedness.
And it was at moments like this that she had to remind herself that she was in love with him, or had once been in love with him, a long time ago.
Mortified at the speed with which intimacy evaporates.
All his words and actions would now be fit for his daughter’s ears and eyes. Life would be lived as if under [her] constant scrutiny. He would never do anything that might cause her pain or anxiety or embarrassment and there would be nothing, absolutely nothing in his life to be ashamed of anymore.
You can live your whole life not realizing that what you're looking for is right in front of you.