Andy Marr > Andy's Quotes

“I looked at Emma and realised that she was grinning – actually grinning – directly at me. ‘Love you, Jamie,’ she said. I fought back a sudden prickling of tears, then told her that I loved her too. And for that moment, nothing more was required. It was, in its way, perfect. I felt safe, and strangely optimistic. My worries had disappeared, like rain on summer earth. I took a deep breath, savoured the feeling for a few seconds more. Then, with a final smile, I turned from the room, secure in the knowledge that even the most difficult times contained moments that made a person feel truly alive.”
― Andy Marr, Hunger for Life

“I want to do something splendid…
Something heroic or wonderful that won’t be forgotten after I’m dead…
I think I shall write books.”
― Louisa May Alcott

“I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.”
― Maya Angelou

“Don't be ashamed to weep; 'tis right to grieve. Tears are only water, and flowers, trees, and fruit cannot grow without water. But there must be sunlight also. A wounded heart will heal in time, and when it does, the memory and love of our lost ones is sealed inside to comfort us.”
― Brian Jacques, Taggerung

“Here is the world, and you live in it, and are grateful. You try to be grateful.”
― Michael Cunningham, The Hours

“You think your pain and your heartbreak are unprecedented in the history of the world, but then you read. It was books that taught me that the things that tormented me most were the very things that connected me with all the people who were alive, who had ever been alive.”
― James Baldwin

“Mental pain is less dramatic than physical pain, but it is more common and also more hard to bear. The frequent attempt to conceal mental pain increases the burden: it is easier to say “My tooth is aching” than to say “My heart is broken.”
― C.S. Lewis, The Problem of Pain

“All the hardest, coldest people you meet were once as soft as water. And that's the tragedy of living.”
― pleasefindthis, I Wrote This For You

“It's so much darker when a light goes out than it would have been if it had never shone.”
― John Steinbeck, The Winter of Our Discontent

“The pleasure of remembering had been taken from me, because there was no longer anyone to remember with. It felt like losing your co-rememberer meant losing the memory itself, as if the things we'd done were less real and important than they had been hours before.”
― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

“Grief is tremendous, but love is bigger. You are grieving because you loved truly. The beauty in that is greater than the bitterness of death. Allowing this into your consciousness will not keep you from your suffering, but it will help you survive the next day.”
― Cheryl Strayed, Brave Enough: A Collection of Inspirational Quotes

“So, you’re happy with this arrangement, are you?’ Holly asked when I’d finished describing my first adventure with Hannah. We were sitting, as usual, on an ancient leather sofa by the front window of the café. ‘I mean, you do realise this girl has a boyfriend, don’t you?’ ‘So?’ I asked, grinning. ‘Why should that matter to me?’ ‘Because you fancy her.’ ‘What? No, I don’t fancy her.’ ‘Oh my god, Jamie, that’s such an obvious lie. You should see the way the two of you sit grinning at one another when you’re together. It’s like you’ve just discovered teeth.”
― Andy Marr, Hunger for Life

“She danced the way she always did, holding her body and arms still while her legs and feet sprang across the floor. When she was sober, her head remained stationary; when she was drunk, it nodded in time to the music. She always closed her eyes. She always wore the same, ecstatic smile. And I, always, watched in wonder.”
― Andy Marr, Hunger for Life

“When I sat down on Gary’s sofa, Hannah climbed up from the carpet and cuddled in close to me. It felt like forever since I’d held her like that. I’d forgotten how comforting it was, how she always made me feel as if all the parts of me were finally in one place. Hannah rested one hand on my knee and the other on the back of my neck, her fingers playing idly with the ends of my hair. We passed several minutes in silence, before I turned to face her. ‘By the way,’ I said. ‘I think I might be in love with you.’ Hannah stared at me. ‘You think?’ I placed my face so close to hers that her features became indistinct, and I began to lose myself in them.  ‘Actually,’ I whispered. ‘I’m pretty sure of it. I just didn’t want to freak you out.’ ‘Oh, Mister. You should know me better than that by now.’ Hannah said. ‘I probably should, huh?’ Hannah nodded, stared at me a moment longer. Then, smiling gently, she pressed her head into my chest and kissed my neck, my cheek, my lips. And told me she loved me, too.”
― Andy Marr, Hunger for Life

“Hannah sighed heavily, then stood up and brushed the sand from her skirt. Turning towards her, I noticed the heart she’d drawn by our feet and blew out my breath. ‘We really don’t make things easy for ourselves, do we?’ I said. Hannah looked at me and smiled gently. ‘If life was easy, then where would all the adventures be?”
― Andy Marr, Hunger for Life

“I felt a guilty flutter in my stomach. True, I’d spent the past three months competing with Christian for Hannah’s affections. But it had been a fair fight, and I’d never once held a thing against him, never once wished to see him hurt. Now, at the end of it all, he’d been hurt terribly, and as I pictured him, heartbroken and alone in some airport or hostel, I felt sorry beyond words.”
― Andy Marr, Hunger for Life

“Holly turned back towards me. ‘So, I guess this means you’re well and truly together?’ she asked. When I nodded, she gave an irritating little roll of the eyes, which Steve immediately intercepted. ‘Well, if you ask me,’ he said, ‘you could do a lot worse than Hannah.’ ‘Has done a lot worse,’ Dan corrected. ‘Did I say he hadn’t?’ Holly asked, at which point we all turned our heads to face her. This was unexpected. ‘What?’ Holly said. ‘Jesus, guys. I’m not saying I’ll ever be friends with the girl, but you have to hand it to her – James is finally smiling again for the first time in forever. I suppose she deserves at least some credit for that.’ ‘Wow,’ I said. ‘Thanks Holly.’ ‘Oh, don’t get all soppy, James,’ Holly grumbled. ‘I still think she’s a twat.’ I wished she hadn’t said that. It kind of ruined the moment.”
― Andy Marr, Hunger for Life

“The doctors say that it will take me a long time to get over this illness. But I don’t want to get over it. I want to turn the clocks back to a time before it, when all the future was sunny. Then I could do it all again, but do it right. There’d be no illness, no need to find the courage it takes to recover. For I know I don’t have that courage within me, and I know I never will. The doctors disagree, of course. They tell me I don’t need to go back to move forward, to stop dwelling on the past and concentrate on what’s ahead. They make it sound so simple. But what do they know? Seriously, what do they know? They break my heart.”
― Andy Marr, Hunger for Life

“At a mere five feet seven inches, Dan was a head shorter than most of the boys. His body sagged slightly where their muscles rippled, his teeth were crooked where theirs gleamed, and his brown hair was thick and unruly where theirs shone. To judge solely from appearances, it was difficult to believe he’d been accepted into this prestigious little clique. But to judge from appearances was to ignore Dan’s quick wit and effortless charm. These were the characteristics that each of the boys aspired to, and the fact that Dan possessed them in such abundance was a constant source of fascination to them. No matter that he looked so freakishly average. His sense of humour and charisma were the benchmarks toward which the entire group was working, and few within the circle were held in higher esteem.”
― Andy Marr, Hunger for Life

“by the time I climbed into bed I could already sense the first signs of panic. I’d lost count of how many times this had happened recently, how many times the thought of Emma had led my mind to places I didn’t want it to go. Bedtime was always the worst. I’d lay still for hours, waiting for sleep to take hold, but every time it did, a new wave of terror would wash over me and I’d be awake once more. I was superstitious about the scenes I imagined in those moments. Whenever I pictured something terrible, I had to shake my head and count to three; it was the only way I could stop it from really happening.”
― Andy Marr, Hunger for Life

“For a girl without a job, or hobbies, or any kind of social life, Emma’s schedule was remarkably crowded. Dieting, walking, worrying, writing, exercising, surviving – all of these things ate into a day that might have offered endless possibilities had Emma not felt obliged to fill her great unfenced acres of spare time with the kind of trivial concerns and ridiculous compulsions that her doctors had been trying for years to clear from her head. This habit shone most brightly every Tuesday, when she took her place by the living-room window to await the arrival of her care team from Edinburgh. No matter what was going on around her or within her head, she arrived by the window on the stroke of noon every single week. The team never arrived before half past one.”
― Andy Marr, Hunger for Life

“Katie had soft features and a wide, honest smile that gave her a certain kind of understated grace. She’d worn her dark chocolate hair in a cute pixie cut when I’d met her, but she’d recently started to grow it out, and now fought endlessly with several unruly strands of hair that fell down over her eyes whenever she made the slightest move. She was charming and teasing and sweet and funny, and in the three months since her first visit even the most cynical of the hotel’s regular customers had fallen a little bit in love with her.”
― Andy Marr, Hunger for Life

“I waited. For years I waited, hope never quite dead, for the situation to improve. In time, I told myself. Be patient, I told myself. It’ll happen, I told myself. It didn’t.”
― Andy Marr, Hunger for Life

“Hannah leaned forward and reached for the dial. The radio hissed, shrieked and blasted a few bars of Mozart before finally settling on Radiohead’s Exit Music (for a Film). Hannah, delighted with her discovery, smiled and slumped back in her seat. She listened to Thom Yorke’s nasally vocals in silence for a couple of verses before joining in. Singing heartily and drumming away on her knees, she was like a ball of energy, and already I felt this energy permeating my own body. I felt as fresh and as happy as I’d been in months. Radiohead ended and became The Stone Roses, who in turn became The Killers. Finally, when they became the hourly news, Hannah rolled her eyes and turned off the radio.”
― Andy Marr, Hunger for Life

“Sometimes, immersed in his books, there would come to him the awareness of all that he did not know, of all that he had not read; and the serenity for which he labored was shattered as he realized the little time he had in life to read so much, to learn what he had to know.”
― John Williams, Stoner

“I started to tell the story, but everything had happened so quickly that it was hard to remember – it was like a terrible dream, the kind you can only remember parts of. By the time I’d finally managed to put all the facts together, my glass was empty and my head was sore. ‘The thing is,’ I told her, ‘I spend each day waiting, hoping for it to get better, but it just… it never does. And it’s hard, you know? I wish I knew what to do.’ Katie laid a hand on mine. ‘Well, for one thing, I think you need to look after yourself.’ ‘Me?’ I said. ‘No, no, I’m okay. Really I am.’ ‘You’re not. Look at yourself. Look at the weight you’re carrying. You’re exhausted.’ ‘Well…’ I looked down at my glass, breathing deeply to stop the tears from falling. ‘It’s hard to know what to do about that.”
― Andy Marr, Hunger for Life

“Hands in pockets, he crossed the room and planted a kiss on Hannah’s cheek. He was standing only a foot from me, but kept his eyes firmly on Hannah, desperate to delay the moment he’d be forced to acknowledge my presence. To his credit, he gathered his wits about him pretty quickly; by the time he turned to face me, he’d even managed to nail a smile to his face. ‘And you are…?’ he asked. ‘James,’ I said, taking the hand he’d offered me. Even through his false cheer, I noticed him wince at the name. He gave my hand another couple of sharp pumps with his fist, then let it go and turned back to Hannah. He said something to her in German and she nodded guiltily, before mumbling something back. I couldn’t be certain, but it sounded like ‘fortified horse goblets’. It seemed like as good a time as any to join the conversation.”
― Andy Marr, Hunger for Life

“I made my way to the living room and sat down on the sofa. Hannah followed a moment later and sat down opposite me. She looked exhausted. ‘You look exhausted,’ I told her. ‘Thank you.’ ‘No, no, it’s not that you look bad,’ I said, backtracking. ‘You just look more tired than usual.’ ‘Mmm hmmm,’ said Hannah. ‘Not that you usually look tired.’ Hannah rolled her eyes. I decided I was talking too much and turned my attention to the pitiful collection of ‘80s music cassettes that she’d inherited when she moved into the apartment. Then I started talking again. ‘You know, you’re only one album away from owning Bananarama’s full back catalogue.’ I looked over to Hannah. She wasn’t laughing. That felt strange. She always laughed at my crappy music cassette jokes. I tried another.”
― Andy Marr, Hunger for Life

“Emma had never sworn as a kid, but in the past few years she’d been confronted with the full ugliness of life and her childhood cries of darn it and blooming heck had been replaced with fuck and shit and all manner of other profanities. Mum and Dad had staged a few protests when they first heard her curse, but pretty soon they’d grown so used to it that they’d given up asking her to stop.”
― Andy Marr, Hunger for Life

“In the past few months, all these public exchanges, all the countless social dealings that made up the fabric of the day, had come to seem incredibly difficult. I tried desperately to fit in, but for the most part I was only physically present, attempting to match my facial expressions to the people around me while my mind drifted back to Emma in her hospital room.”
― Andy Marr, Hunger for Life