Happiness is making the most of what you have, and riches is making the most of what you've got. Rosamunde Pilcher More Quotes by Rosamunde Pilcher More Quotes From Rosamunde Pilcher It is better to travel hopefully than to arrive. Arrival often brings nothing but a sense of desolation and disappointment. Rosamunde Pilcher hopefullydesolationdisappointment Life is so extraordinary. Wonderful surprises are just around the most unexpected corners. Rosamunde Pilcher unexpectedlife-iswonderful She thought of the last couple of years: the boredom, the narrowness of existence, the dearth of anything to look forward to. Yet now, in a single instant, the curtains had been whipped aside, and the windows been thrown open onto a brillant view that had been there, waiting for her, all the time. A view, moreover, laden with the most marvellous possibilities and opportunities. Rosamunde Pilcher coupleviewsopportunity Writing is work, but it's also a compulsion, and once you get your characters on paper, you can't abandon them. You have to respond to them. Rosamunde Pilcher paperwritingcharacter She remembered him smiling, and realized that time, that great old healer, had finally accomplished its work, and now, across the years, the face of love no longer stirred up agonies of grief and bitterness. Rather, one was left feeling simply grateful. For how unimaginably empty the past would be without him to remember. Rosamunde Pilcher gratefulgriefpast It was good, and nothing good is truly lost. It stays part of a person, becomes part of their character. So part of you goes everywhere with me. And part of me is yours, forever Rosamunde Pilcher loversforevercharacter Beyond the pain, life continues to be sweet. The basics are still there. Beauty, food and friendship, reservoirs of love and understanding. Later, possibly not yet, you are going to need others who will encourage you to make new beginnings. Welcome them. They will help you move on, to cherish happy memories and confront the painful ones with more than bitterness and anger. Rosamunde Pilcher painsweetmemories Things happen they way they're meant to. There's a pattern and a shape to everything...Nothing happens without a reason...Nothing is impossible...(Page 180). Rosamunde Pilcher patternspagesshapes The greatest gift a parent can leave a child is that parent's own independence. Rosamunde Pilcher independenceparentchildren And the wicked thing is, that when we're really upset, we always take it out on the people who are closest and whom we love the most. Rosamunde Pilcher upsetwickedpeople There's a war on. We don't know how anything's going to end. We just have to grasp each fleeting moment of joy as it whizzes by. Rosamunde Pilcher fleetingjoywar They will come, not to paint the bay and the sea and the boots and the moors, but the warmth of the sun and the colour of the wind. A whole new concept. Such stimulation. Such vitality. Rosamunde Pilcher seasunwind She believed, of course ... because without something to believe in, life would be intolerable. Rosamunde Pilcher courseswould-bebelieve It was good and nothing good is ever lost. Rosamunde Pilcher lost I wasn't good enough. I had a little talent but not enough. There is nothing more discouraging than having just a little talent. Rosamunde Pilcher good-enoughtalentlittles Grief is a funny thing because you don't have to carry it with you for the rest of your life. After a bit you set it down by the roadside and walk on and leave it. Rosamunde Pilcher rest-of-your-lifefunny-thingsgrief I'm getting too elderly to travel the length of the country for a free hangover. Rosamunde Pilcher elderlyhangovercountry It was better not to get too close to another person. The closer you got, the more likely you were to get hurt. Rosamunde Pilcher personshurt Other people's houses were always fascinating. As soon as you went through the door for the first time, you got the feel of the atmosphere, and so discovered something about the personalities of the people who lived there. Rosamunde Pilcher housedoorspeople Grief was like a terrible burden, but at least you could lay it down by the side of the road and walk away from it. Antonia had come only a few paces, but already she could turn and look back and not weep. It wasn't anything to do with forgetting. It was just accepting. Nothing was ever so bad once you had accepted it. Rosamunde Pilcher pacegrieflooks
