How to make God laugh? Tell Him your plans. by Marian Keyes

How to make God laugh? Tell Him your plans.

Marian Keyes

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They say the path of true love never runs smooth. Well, Luke and my true love's path didn't run at all, it limped along in new boots that were chafing its heels. Blistered and cut, red and raw, every hopping, lopsided step, a little slice of agony.

agony cutting running

Why do we have such a finite capacity for pleasure but an infinit... by Marian Keyes

Why do we have such a finite capacity for pleasure but an infinite one for pain?

pleasure infinite pain

... I am more of an ambler. I once overheard my old boss in Dublin describe me as very "hello trees, hello flowers." It was intended as an insult and it fulfilled its brief; I was insulted. I had little interest in greeting trees and flowers but nor did I treat life as a treadmill, on which it was vital to keep fleeing forward in order to avoid being sucked off the back and out of the game.

flower games order

Hen nights should be banned. You're honour-bound to behave atrociously, then feel terribly ashamed afterwards. (This Charming Man)

hens men night

In an unpredictable and unpleasant world it was both unusual and very pleasant to hear what I wanted to hear.

unusual unpredictable world

I used to write in bed, starting when I woke up. I believe that creative work comes from our subconscious mind, so I try to keep the gap between sleep and writing as minimal as possible.

sleep writing believe

I think denial's fascinating. It's a jokey word, but it really happens, and sometimes in enormous ways.

denial way thinking

I rang my mother to thank her for giving birth to me and she said, "What choice had I? You were in there, how else were you going to get out?

choices mother giving

God! I hated this business of being grown-up. I hated having to make decisions where I didn't know what was behind the door. I wanted a world where heroes and villains were clearly labeled. Where ominous music comes on-screen so you can't possibly mistake him. Where someone asks you to choose between playing with the beautiful princess in the fragrant garden and being eaten by the hideous monster in the foul-smelling pit. Not exactly a difficult one, now is it? Not something that you would agonize over, or that would make you lose a night's sleep?

hero mistake beautiful

One day we'll all be dead, and none of this will matter" -The Bri... by Marian Keyes

One day we'll all be dead, and none of this will matter" -The Brightest Star in the Sky.

one-day stars sky

I haven’t had Botox because my face is a bit lopsided and I depend on keeping everything animated so that people don’t notice.

botox faces people

Waiting to be 'better' is the wrong approach. It's learning to li... by Marian Keyes

Waiting to be 'better' is the wrong approach. It's learning to live with it.

approach waiting

I loved being in my own head so much, it was getting harder and h... by Marian Keyes

I loved being in my own head so much, it was getting harder and harder being with other people.

harder my-own people

It was only when the salt water of my tears ran into my cuts and made them sting that I discovered I was crying.

cutting tears water

It's not like you take the right turning and you get everlasting happiness and you take the wrong one and your life's a disaster. In real life it's often impossible to tell which decision is the one you should make because what you stand to gain and what you stand to lose are sometimes-often-neck and neck.

gains decision real

No more humiliation for me, thanks very much. No more swallowing my anger. Honestly, I couldn't manage another mouthful. But it was delicious. Did you make it yourself?

humiliation thanks swallowing

I knew it, I just knew it! The person who had the job of writing my life's dialogue used to work on a very low budget soap opera.

opera writing jobs

I wished there was some kind of switch on my brain. That I could turn it off in the same way that I could turn off the television. Just click it off and immediately empty my mind of all these images and worrying thoughts. And simply leave a blank screen. Or if I could just remove my head and put it on the bedside table and forget about it until morning. And then attach it again when I needed it.

brain worry morning

Besides, I'd seen a really nice pair of shoes yesterday in the mall and I wanted them for my own. I can't describe the feeling of immediate familiarity that rushed between us. The moment I clapped eyes on them I felt like I already owned them. I could only suppose that we were together in a former life. That they were my shoes when I was a serving maid in medieval Britain or when I was a princess in ancient Egypt. Or perhaps they were the princess and I was the shoes. Who's to know? Either way I knew that we were meant to be together.

princess nice eye

You've recognised a fundamental feature of an addict's life. Maintaining your habit is so important you've no real interest in anything else.

recovery addiction real