39 Quotes & Sayings By Cath Crowley

Cath Crowley is a New York Times bestselling author of romance novels, including her Maggie Hope series. She is a graduate of the University of Georgia, where she received a B.A. in English and an M.F.A. in creative writing Read more

In addition to writing, she conducts workshops to help people become successful writers and leaders in their business and personal lives. Her own work centers on the concept of the hero's journey—the universal myth that guides us to transform ourselves and our world for the better.

The past is with me; the present is here. The...
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The past is with me; the present is here. The future is unmapped and changeable. Ours for the imagining: spreading out before us. Sunlight filled, deep blue, and the darkness. Cath Crowley
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If my like for you was a football crowd, you’d be deaf ’cause of the roar. And if my like for you was a boxer, there’d be a dead guy lying on the floor. And if my like for you was sugar, you’d lose your teeth before you were twenty. And if my like for you was money, let’s just say you’d be spending plenty. Cath Crowley
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I'm always looking for what will make me whole. What will make me happy? Somewhere along the way I started to think it wasn't Helen anymore. She hasn't changed. Her laugh is still the one I remember. Her finger is still the one I put the ring on all those years ago. I can't understand why I don't want to curve next to her, keep her back warm anymore. Surely you don't lose love like keys? Cath Crowley
I love lying here with you, under the books.
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I love lying here with you, under the books. Cath Crowley
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We watch her walk into the spotlight she’s been been hiding from most of her life. Sure, friendship is all about believing in someone so hard they believe it, too. Sure, it’s about trust. But if anyone hurts her tonight, it’s about ripping them apart with my bare hands and really enjoying it. Cath Crowley
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How can I explain to her that I just can't come home? It's too soon, it's too late; I do want to be with Helen every second of the day but at the same time I don't want to be with her at all. I want to have back what I felt at the beginning. I could no more leave her then than leave my arms or legs. How do you find the beginning, though? There are no roads or signs. You start to doubt it even exists. The hardest thing isn't deciding that I want to go back to when Helen and Gracie and I were us. The most difficult thing is finding the map to get there. . Cath Crowley
The stars are on the inside. They are effing beautiful.
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The stars are on the inside. They are effing beautiful. Cath Crowley
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If you don't want a generation of robots, fund the arts! Cath Crowley
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But I love you, and before you say it words do matter. They're not pointless. If they were pointless then they couldn't start revolutions and they wouldn't change history and they wouldn't be the things that you think about every night before you go to sleep. If they were just words we wouldn't listen to songs, we wouldn't beg to be read to when we're kids. If they were just words, then they'd have no meaning and stories wouldn't have been around since before humans could write. We wouldn't have learned to write. If they were just words then people wouldn't fall in love because of them, feel bad because of them, ache because of them, stop aching because of them, have sex, quite a lot of the time, because of them. . Cath Crowley
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Real is better, The truth is better. Painful but better. Cath Crowley
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I read somewhere that spiders can spin silk strong enough to hold the weight of a thousand trucks. I tried to imagine those lines of silver, thinner than air, stronger than steel. Sometimes I think that a hundred webs, invisible gossamers, connect Gracie and me. They coat our bodies, tie our limbs together, link our hearts. They can stretch across cities, countries — even anger. Unbreakable. I felt them that first time I watched her play soccer. She needed to win so badly. I watched a new Gracie crack out of her cocoon that day. Grey, moth-like, she seemed covered in a dust that let her take to the air. Fly. They’re beautiful things, moths, with their dark patterned wings hooking on wind to push them forward. You have to be careful with them, though. Brush them just lightly, and they can’t fly anymore. Cath Crowley
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Asking's the easy bit. Then there's everything that comes after. Cath Crowley
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Being different is the only way to live Cath Crowley
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I'll never throw these small things away. There will never be a time when I don't want them, all the tiny parts of Cal that made a life. Cath Crowley
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As if all the years haven't dulled that moment. She's staring at a spot of air in front of it, and I know, in that spot of air, is her son. Cath Crowley
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My dad was a magician too. Got in his car and disappeared. Cath Crowley
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She looked at me with those empty eyes, and I thought, I'm going to make sure I fill them up with something. Cath Crowley
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Words do matter. They’re not pointless. If they were pointless then they couldn’t start revolutions and they wouldn’t change history and they wouldn’t be the things that you think about every night before you go to sleep. If they were just words we wouldn’t listen to songs, Cath Crowley
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If my like for you was a footy crowd, you'd be deaf cos of the roar. And if my like for you were a boxer, there'd be a dead guy lying on the floor. And if my like for you were sugar, you'd lose your teeth before you were twenty. And if my like for you was money, let's just say you'd be spending plenty. Cath Crowley
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Now you're dead, and I'm buried. Cath Crowley
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You’re not like other girls, you know that, right?’ Ed asks.‘ I’ve been aware of the problem, ’ I tell him. Cath Crowley
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It’s when I’m around some people that my entire vocabulary goes on vacation. Like now Cath Crowley
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ALYCE: 'Gracie's got brown hair, like me. She's about the same height, too. People notice her. I think it's her voice. It's always louder than you expect and covered with laughter. I was surprised when she said she didn't want to work with me. I don't know Gracie very well, but I remember once in Year 3 she gave me an invitation to her party. She spelt my name right. Everyone always spells it with an 'i', even the teachers. Ever since then I thought she would be nice. I never thought she'd look at me like I was nothing. Cath Crowley
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Kept dreaming of this spot she had on her neck, this tiny country. I wanted to visit, to paint a picture of what I found there, a wall with a road map of her skin. Cath Crowley
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Why do want to find him so bad?’ I ask after a while, but she’s not listening. I watch her a bitlonger. ‘Why do you want to find him so bad?’ I ask again. She blinks and comes out of her dream. She flicks the band on her wrist. ‘I just do.’ - Ed Skye Cath Crowley
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I took the money and passed the box across the counter and said politely, ‘Your choice of colourreally lacks style.’ I smiled and Beth laughed and the guy asked to see my manager. I got Bert and he leant over the box and looked at the paint and said, ‘Ed was being polite. Yourchoice of colour is shit. Cath Crowley
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Don't go confusing stupidity with guts. Cath Crowley
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Do many guys ask you out twice?"" Only the ones with balls. Cath Crowley
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I spent the weekend after our date wishing I could stab him with my fluffy-duck pen and staring at the phone hoping he'd call. Dating is a very tricky business. Cath Crowley
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Tonight’s going to be one of those things that seem to last forever. Cath Crowley
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You can't drive them around in the getaway van.' 'How about we don't call it the getaway van? People might get suspicious.' 'So what should we call it?' 'How about the van?' 'It doesn't change what it is and that it's a shitty thing to do. Someone might see them in it. Cath Crowley
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Have you ever done something that you were really ashamed of? I mean somehing so bad you felt sick just thinking about it?'' Everyone has. Why, what'd you do?'' I didn't say goodbye to Mum.''That's not so bad.'' Did you say goodbye to your mum before she left?' I'd never asked Martin about this before. I didn't want to hear the answer.' She left before I had a chance.'' Oh.'' That's what I like about you, Faltrain.You always know just what to say. Cath Crowley
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Dad and I leave town in the early dark. It's the second Sunday of the holidays, and we pack up the old blue car with enough clothes for summer and hit the road. It's so early he's wiping hills of sand piled in the corners of his eyes. I wipe a few tears from mine. Tears don't pile, though. They grip and cling and slide in salty trails that I taste until the edge of the city. Cath Crowley
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I didn’t say you weren’t smart. I said you were stupid.”“ I guess I’m too dumb to see the difference. Cath Crowley
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That's what we think because we can't imagine what it's like to not exist. Cath Crowley
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Were you in love with Emma?" I ask." I was hard-core obsessed, " he says without thinking about it. "Not in love." "What's the difference?" He's about to throw a stone at ta yard light but stops. "Prison, " he says, and puts the stone in his pocket. Cath Crowley
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Love and romance are things worth waiting for. Cath Crowley
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Sometimes I wish I was a guy. Life’s so much easier for them. Cath Crowley