Paula Hawkins

Paula
Hawkins
1972

Rhodesian(now Zimbabwe)-born British Author, best known for her 2015 novel "The Girl on the Train"

Author Quotes

Who was it said that following your heart is a good thing? It is pure egotism, a selfishness to conquer all.

I need to find something that I must do, something undeniable.

I was right, I knew I was, but it won?t do me any good to say it. I enjoy my victory silently; I take pleasure in it almost as much as in his touch.

I?m stupidly pleased that he doesn?t like her, either; another thing we have in common, another thread to bind us.

In no time at all, I find myself crying again. It?s impossible to resist the kindness of strangers. Someone who looks at you, who doesn?t know you, who tells you it?s OK, whatever you did, whatever you?ve done: you suffered, you hurt, you deserve forgiveness. I confide in him and I forget, once again, what I?m doing here. I don?t watch his face for a reaction. I don?t study his eyes for some sign of guilt or suspicion. I let him comfort me.

It?s her voice.

Let?s be honest: women are still only really valued for two things?their looks and their role as mothers. I'm not beautiful, and I can't have kids, so what does that make me? Worthless.

Nobody warned me it would break us. But it did. Or rather, it broke me, and then I broke us.

Pain harsh heavy... It is in the middle of my chest.

Some battles aren?t worth fighting.

The last thing I need is rest.

There can be no greater torment, or something more painful, for lack of knowledge.

Usually, I would pretend to be nice, but this morning I feel real, like myself. I feel high, almost like I?m tripping, and I couldn?t fake nice if I tried.

Who?s to say that once I run, I?ll find that isn?t enough? Who?s to say I won?t end up feeling exactly the way I do right now - not safe, but stifled? Maybe I?ll want to run again, and again, and eventually I?ll end up back by those old tracks, because there?s nowhere left to go. Maybe. Maybe not. You have to take the risk, don?t you?

A familiar ache fills my chest. I have felt this way before. On a larger scale, to a more intense degree, of course, but I remember the quality of the pain. You don?t forget it.

Blood starts to ooze from the wound. The girls on the other side of the carriage are watching me, their faces blank.

Every time I hear footsteps on the steps, my heart rate goes up. Every time I hear the clacking of high heels, I am seized with trepidation.

He?s a master at it, making me feel as though everything is my fault, making me feel worthless.

I can?t reply because my mind has gone somewhere else entirely.

I don?t know where that strength went, I don?t remember losing it. I think that over time it got chipped away, bit by bit, by life, by the living of it. The

I have never understood how people can blithely disregard the damage they do by following their hearts. Who was it said that following your heart is a good thing? It is pure egotism, a selfishness to conquer all.

A tiding of magpies. One for sorrow, two for joy, three for a girl, four for a boy, five for silver, six for gold, seven for a secret never to be told.

But after a while I became more miserable and unhappy unhappiness and took frustrating for everyone around him.

Failure cloaked me like a mantle, it overwhelmed me, dragged me under and I gave up hope.

Here will be no closure, no resolution. I lie awake thinking about it and I ache. There can be no greater agony, nothing can be more painful than the not knowing, which will never end.

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First Name
Paula
Last Name
Hawkins
Birth Date
1972
Bio

Rhodesian(now Zimbabwe)-born British Author, best known for her 2015 novel "The Girl on the Train"