Best 30 quotes of R. J. Ellory on MyQuotes

A life to hold, or to see slip through uncaring and inattentive hands, but always a life. And given one, we wish for two, or three, or more, so easily forgetting the one we had was spent unwisely

Blame is a bitter and indigestible thing, even when the blame is a coat you cut for yourself, even when you stood right there and got yourself measured so you could wear it right.

Loneliness is a drug, a narcotic; it grows through veins, through nerves and muscles; it assumes some right of possession over your body and mind; it feeds itself, and creates its own requirement. Loneliness and solitude are walls.

Love, I would later conclude, was all things to all people. Love was the breaking and healing of hearts. Love was misunderstood, love was faith, love was the promise of now that became hope for the future. Love was a rhythm, a resonance, a reverberation. Love was awkward and foolish, it was aggressive and simple and possessed of so many indefinable qualities it could never be conveyed in language. Love was being. The same gravity that relentlessly pulled at me was defied as I rose into something that became everything.

Sorry is for the things you've done that you shouldn't have not for things you believe in.

Truth is truth, you are who you are, and though your viewpoint might change, and though you might possess a different perspective about something, your heart and what you believe and who you are inside is only ever you...and you have to follow your heart, you have to believe what you're doing is right, and no matter what anyone might say or think or do you have to trust yourself to make the right decision.

And the sound of her laughter made him feel somehow better, as if this ridiculous escapade had helped to jar loose the memories of the last few days. Tragedy was overcome by living life. Best way to deal with loss was to gain as much as possible every place else.

Confidence was simply saying something you believed in. Trouble was that those with impressionable minds took certainty and self-belief as truth.

Dead from emotional boredom, Maurice said, and Margot smiled and said nothing despite the fact that she knew Maurice was more than likely right. If a life has no purpose then it finds a way to stop living.

Even the most irrational mind has a rationale.

For some reason Eldorado now seemed analogous to something – something better, a change for the good, a little place of hope. Maybe nothing would be different. Maybe Eldorado would be just one more kind of disappointment, but it was a purpose and it was a goal and it was a destination. It was a reason to keep moving.

He cried for the future, and he cried because of the past.

He questioned the present, the past, and he realized that life had a way of preparing you for nothing at all.

He smiled to himself. Dreamers, he thought. Pair of foolish dreamers. And he knew – somehow he just knew – that it had to get better from here.

He walked back to the rear door of the diner and lit his cigarette. He inhaled deeply, exhaled again and watched the smoke break up and disappear into nothing. Hell, he thought, and smiled nostalgically. That age he would have done the same damned thing himself.

He wondered about a great many things, as was his nature, and – as always – there was scant understanding to be had of any of it.

Hindsight, ever the cruelest and most astute adviser

His heart was too heavy to bear. He felt the weight of conscience, the weight of responsibility, the weight of fraternity.

Imbuing life with some element of magic gave him hope. Hope that there was a reason for all things. Hope that the future was even now learning from the mistakes of the past.

I think he killed someone already. Capital offense an’ all that.” Bailey tilted her head to one side. “That’s something that never made sense to me,” she said. “What?” “The death penalty. I mean, how does killing someone prove that killing people is wrong?

It was definitely not something that could be understood within any acceptable context. But then, wasn’t it the case that all people believed they were rational? What they were doing in their minds and what they were doing with their hands were never the same thing.

It was the old saw: Family and money – trouble when you got it, trouble when you ain’t.

Lonely is a state of mind, not a place

Now I don’t’ know what trouble you got yourselves into, and I ain’t gonna ask, but whatever the hell it is I can tell you one thing for free. There’s never a trouble in life that’s solved by runnin’ away from it.

She knew at times like this she was an anchor for him, a reminder that there was light and life in between the darkness and drying.

Sometimes it feels like life is there to teach you as many things about hurting as it can. That may be true. You can experience all the trouble you want, but that don’t mean you have to spend all your time thinking about it. Bad memories have long shadows. Spend the rest of your life inside of them and you never get warm.

There are small truths and big truths, just as there are smal lies and big lies, and along those truths and lies run the questions that were never asked and those that were never answered.

Truth is that when all is said and done, the only thing we end up fearing is time.

Well, those thoughts are just the variety you should never think. You just put up a sign someplace in your head and you never let them in, okay?” He said it with certainty, and he said it with some degree of conviction in his voice, but all three of them knew that it was not always how you wanted it to be. Sometimes those things just found a way right on in, and once they were in you were done.

You have to try and believe that something good can happen any time at all, but you should never expect it too much. If you expect it, well, it won’t come. Like snow at Christmas.