Colleen Helme > Colleen's Quotes

“What the heart knows today the head will understand tomorrow”
― James Stephens, The Crock of Gold

“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, The Shell Seekers

“Artists are visionaries. We routinely practice a form of faith, seeing clearly and moving toward a creative goal that shimmers in the distance - often visible to us, but invisible to those around us.”
― Julia Cameron

“I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.”
― Douglas Adams, The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul

“Books are the quietest and most constant of friends; they are the most accessible and wisest of counselors, and the most patient of teachers.”
― Charles W. Eliot

“There are times when a satisfying lie is better than the awful truth.”
― Colleen Helme, Carrots

“The music that can deepest reach and cure all ill is cordial speech.”
― Ralph Waldo Emerson

“I believe in Christianity as I believe that the sun has risen: not only because I see it, but because by it I see everything else.”
― C.S. Lewis

“I lie to myself all the time. But I never believe me.”
― S.E. Hinton, The Outsiders

“A stray thought that maybe I should run away to South America started to sound like a good idea. I could change my name to Nikki Shelverstien and dye my hair a rich dark brunette. I could be a maid at a high-class hotel and pretend I didn’t speak Spanish or English so everyone would leave me alone.”
― Colleen Helme, Trapped by Revenge

“Of course, the way Ramos had acted probably made it seem like I was his girlfriend, but did they have to think I wasn’t his type? At all?”
― Colleen Helme, Lie or Die

“September has come, it is hers
Whose vitality leaps in the autumn,
Whose nature prefers
Trees without leaves and a fire in the fireplace.
So I give her this month and the next
Though the whole of my year should be hers who has rendered already
So many of its days intolerable or perplexed
But so many more so happy.
Who has left a scent on my life, and left my walls
Dancing over and over with her shadow
Whose hair is twined in all my waterfalls
And all of London littered with remembered kisses.”
― Louis MacNeice, Autumn Journal