It's amazing what storms your face can hide, what terrible wrecks can writhe and heave beneath, without one ripple on the surface. Jenny Valentine More Quotes by Jenny Valentine More Quotes From Jenny Valentine Even when you’d lost everything you thought there was to lose, somebody came along and gave you something for free. Jenny Valentine lost-everything loses lost I smiled back and I thought how incredible that was, that they would find the time to smile. There was goodness in the world still, even if you couldn’t always see it. Jenny Valentine smile incredibles world It's not knowing that drives you mad. It's imaging things that you wish you couldn't think up all by yourself. Jenny Valentine mad knowing thinking Everything is going to be fine.” I hate it when people say that, people who have absolutely no idea of what’s coming next. They turn you into an idiot for even asking. Jenny Valentine hate people ideas I told myself that some families we get without asking, while others we choose. And I chose those two. I think that’s what you’d call a silver lining. Jenny Valentine asking two thinking I thought about having a proper room, breathing life into it, and nobody minding. Jenny Valentine breathing-life breathing rooms There was goodness in the world still, even if you couldn't always see it. Jenny Valentine stills goodness world I didn't have time to lose it. I didn't have time to lie down in the corner shop and scream and beat the floor until my hands bled. I didn't have time to miss Jack. Stroma kept on chattering away and getting excited over novelty spaghetti shapes and finding the joy in every little thing, and it occurred to me even then that she was probably looking after me, too. Jenny Valentine joy lying hands What's wrong with the world Peter? God, I don't know. Where do you start? People give up. We're defeatists and we stop striving or fighting or enjoying things. It doesn't matter what you're talking about - war, work, marriage, democracy, love, it all fails because everybody gives up trying after a while, we can't help ourselves. And don't ask me to solve it because I am the worst. I'd escape tomorrow if I could, from every single thing I've always wanted. Jenny Valentine giving-up fighting war
