There was nothing wrong with having an expensive home, nothing wrong at all. There’s a pride in building something up, working hard to achieve something. But it shouldn’t have been his manhood that increased with each new success, it should have been his heart. His success was like the witch in ‘Hansel and Gretel’ fairy tale: it fed him for all the wrong reasons, fattening him in all the wrong places. Dad deserved his success, he just needed a masterclass in humility. I could have done with one too. How special I thought I was in the silver Aston Martin in which he drove me to school some mornings. How special am I now, now that somebody bought it from a depot of reprocessed cars, for a fraction of the price. How special indeed

— Cecelia Ahern

The tattoo is there not because I believe there is something wrong with me. It's there to remind me that our flaws are our strengths

— Cecelia Ahern

They say a story loses something with each telling.

— Cecelia Ahern

Time cannot be packaged and rib boned and left under trees for Christmas morning. Time can't be given. But it can be shared

— Cecelia Ahern

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.

— Cecelia Ahern

To hell with you all, I DO believe

— Cecelia Ahern

Truth is, something that I thought was perfect was taken away from me, and I never wanted perfect again. I wanted middle of the road, stuff I didn’t care about so that I couldn’t lose anything I really loved ever again.

— Cecelia Ahern

Two lost things that had survived the seas and arrived at 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.

— Cecelia Ahern

We all get lost once in a while, sometimes by choice, sometimes due to forces beyond our control. When we learn what it is our soul needs to learn, the path presents itself. Sometimes we see the way out but wander further and deeper despite ourselves; the fear, the anger or the sadness preventing us returning. Sometimes we prefer to be lost and wandering, sometimes it's easier. Sometimes we find our own way out. But regardless, always, we are found.

— Cecelia Ahern

What a luxury it was for people to hold their loved ones whenever they wanted

— Cecelia Ahern