Grief is the ultimate unrequited love. However hard and long we love someone who has died, they can never love us back. At least that is how it feels....

— Rosamund Lupton

However, hard and however long we love someone who has died, they can never love us back. At least that is how it feels...

— Rosamund Lupton

I don't believe outstandingly beautiful and charismatic women create obsession in what would otherwise be normal men, but rather they attract the weirdos and the stalkers; flames in the darkness that these disturbing people inhabit, unwittingly drawing them closer until they extinguish the very flame they were drawn to.

— Rosamund Lupton

I get up and pace the room, as if I can leave my guilt behind me. But it tracks me as I walk, an ugly shadow made by myself.

— Rosamund Lupton

I remembered back to Leo's burial and holding your hand. I was eleven, and you were six, your hand soft and small in mine. As the vicar said 'in sure and certain hope of the resurrection of eternal life' you turned to me, 'I don't want sure and certain hope I want sure and certain Bee.

— Rosamund Lupton

It makes the other one more precious and also not enough. We have to try to fill not only our own boots but other people's too - yours, Leo's, Dad's. We have to expand at the moment we feel the most shrunk.

— Rosamund Lupton

I wanted to make him understand that we shared the details of our lives, because they were the threads that braided us so closely together. And you would have been certain to tell me about a Saboteur knife, because it would have had the rare value of being a detail in your life which tied directly into mine - Bee in Sister

— Rosamund Lupton

Just thinking of your laughter gives me courage. . .

— Rosamund Lupton

My job isn't to go around judging people. Priests are meant to teach love and forgiveness. That to me is the essence of being a Christian. And trying to find that love and forgiveness in ourselves and others every day should be a challenge that we want to achieve.

— Rosamund Lupton

Our mind is who we are; it’s where we feel and think and believe. It’s where we have love and hate and faith and passion.’ I was getting a little embarrassed by your earnestness, but you continued, ‘How can someone hope to treat another person’s mind unless they are also a theologian and a philosopher and a poet?

— Rosamund Lupton