The Food of Love Quotes

“She’s in danger right now, isn’t she?’ Her words squeaked. ‘Yes,”
― Amanda Prowse, The Food of Love

“No matter how far away you go from me, no matter how old you are, you have to remember that we are all made of stardust. Mothers and daughters are from the same batch, and when you are sad, I’m sad, and when you are happy, my heart sings! And no matter where you are, this will always, always be the case, which means there is never any need to miss me or for me to miss you, not really, because we are part of each other.”
― Amanda Prowse, The Food of Love

“It’s like being battered by waves against rocks, and just when you think you have found your footing, the next one rolls in and you are knocked down again, and I’m sick of it,”
― Amanda Prowse, The Food of Love

“I don’t know why you are all so surprised,’ she said. ‘This is a horrible world, full of horrible people, and horrible people do horrible things.”
― Amanda Prowse, The Food of Love

“if everyone keeps making me eat. I will be fat inside and out. How can you not see that?’ Her tone now was quite agitated.”
― Amanda Prowse, The Food of Love

“CBT? It’s based on the theory that how we think about a situation affects how we act, and, in turn, our actions can affect how we think and feel.”
― Amanda Prowse, The Food of Love

“My dad used to say to me, “If you have one friend, consider yourself lucky, because one good one is all you need.”’ Lockie spoke calmly. ‘I always think that people who are capable of being nasty in that way must have a kernel of something dark inside them, something that makes them deeply unhappy, and I feel sorry for them, because that must be a terrible way to live. Who wants that going on inside?”
― Amanda Prowse, The Food of Love

“Beauty is on the inside, beauty is goodness and it is nothing to do with a number or a dress size or a shape.”
― Amanda Prowse, The Food of Love

“I have been reminded that back in the day, eating was to provide fuel for work, a necessity of life as mundane as bathing or sleeping. Pleasurable, sure, but when did it become such an obsession?   We are bombarded daily with adverts, images, ideas and offers, all urging us to eat more, eat better, eat different, eat cheaply, and then ironically the list of diets available to us to help balance the overconsumption are so varied and many that they are too numerous to list.   Here’s an exercise: try to name six members of the current cabinet. Most people struggle after three. Now try naming me six diets. Easy, huh?   As a food lover and writer, I can say that the eating, preparation and sourcing of food has been a lifelong pleasure. I believe that one of the greatest expressions of love is to cook for someone.   For”
― Amanda Prowse, The Food of Love

“window of respite before he rose. She”
― Amanda Prowse, The Food of Love

“She gasped when she recognised it as envy. For the briefest beat of time, she had wondered what it might feel like to have no children, to not have the worry, the desperate fretting that had accompanied every waking moment since walking from Mrs Janosik’s office. I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to think that! She closed her eyes,”
― Amanda Prowse, The Food of Love

“You are poorly, so poorly, and now your tummy hurts.”
― Amanda Prowse, The Food of Love

“don’t want her to go away, to be in a hospital with people like that.”
― Amanda Prowse, The Food of Love

“I went away and drew up a list of all the things you wouldn’t have to suffer if you weren’t here anymore. It was something like this:   No more illness, no more struggling to be healthy. No struggling – period. No loss: you would never have to grieve the passing of another. Heartbreak! How lovely not to have to wake in the morning with a heart full of fragments and eyes full of grit. No ageing – here’s a universal truth: the older you get, the more life loses its sparkle, loses a little of the magic. The endless, wonderful possibilities of youth where everything and anything feel possible – that fades . . .   But then I considered all the things you would not experience:   Falling hopelessly in love. Your wedding day. Knowing the blessing of a child. Seeing the sunset in places far and wide. Earning the right in old age to become eccentric, even cantankerous. Getting properly drunk on champagne. Sleeping in a meadow, by a brook. Decorating a room. Waking wrapped in the arms of the one you love. Fresh caught lobster, eaten on a dock. Being old enough to know better, but still laughing so hard at nothing much that you feel dizzy with happiness.   Oh, my darling, this list is endless, it stretches on for infinity . . .   And”
― Amanda Prowse, The Food of Love