Quotes from Liane Moriarty

The weather wasn't helping. It was far too lovely, mocking her pain.

És como uma almofada preferida. Tenho de te levar para todo o lado.

What are you babbling on about, woman?" sighed Chloe. She'd picked this phrase up from her father and imitated his weary tone perfectly. They'd made the mistake of laughing the first time she did it, so she'd kept it up, and said it just often enough, and with perfect timing, so that they couldn't help but keep laughing.

Family life, even with just one little boy, had its own familiar rhythms, and it was perfectly possible to keep right on dancing like you always have, even when your mind is somewhere else.

Had they both been suffering a form of temporary insanity? It was a defense for murder, after all; why not for married couples? Marriage was a form of insanity; love hovering permanently on the edge of aggravation.

My point is that things become weird and pointless if you examine them for too long.

And once the waves passed, there would still be the love. It was an entirely different feeling from the uncomplicated, unstinting adoration she'd felt as a young bride, walking down the aisle to that serious, handsome man; but,she knew,that no matter how much she hated him for what he'd done, she would always still love him. It was still there, like a deep seam of gold in her heart. It would always be there.

That was the secret of a happy marriage. Step away from the rage.

She generally felt that the advice she offered was superior to the advice she received. Other people's problems were so simple; one's own problems tended to be so much more nuanced.

Parents take far too much notice of their children these days. Bring back the good old days of benign indifference, I reckon.

remembering all the glorious moments, one after the other after the other, her children's ecstatic faces looking for their parents in the stands, looking for their approval, looking for their love, knowing it was there, knowing—she hoped they knew this—that it would always be there, even long after she and Stan were gone, because love like that was infinite.

The sound of the children singing floating down from the second floor of the building always made her weep. She'd never believed in God, except when she heard children singing.

Madeline, she realized, was one of those slightly dangerous people who jumped right in defending their friends and stirred up far bigger waves than the first tiny ripple.

I'm your best friend, Erika," he said sadly. "Don't you know that?

She'd once been appalled to hear of women claiming PMS as a defense for murder. Now she understood. She could happily murder someone today! In fact, she felt like there should be some sort of recognition for her remarkable strength of character that she didn't.

But then there were the other times, unexpected quiet moments, where they'd catch each other's eyes, and all the years of hurt and joy, bad times and good times, seemed to fuse into a feeling that she knew was so much stronger, more complex and real, than of those fledgling feelings for Dominick, or even the love she'd first felt for Nick in those early years.

Remember your ABC?" he'd ask, so often it got irritating. "Accept nothing. Believe nothing. Check everything," Christina would answer.

He has mistakes in his past. I have mistakes in mine. The fact that we actually are each other's mistakes is irrelevant!

You think love is black and white. All women think that. And they're wrong. Women are really intelligent except for when they're being really stupid.

Cecilia didn't care what the fine print said about free will and God's mysterious ways and blahdy-blah. If God had a supervisor, she would have sent off one of her famous letters of complaint a long time ago. "You have lost me as a customer.

It was one of the best things about him; he liked to talk about people, study them, and work them out. He was interested in the complexities of relationships.

Your inferiority was right there on display for the world to see.

I think I'm falling for a red herring here,

None of us ever know all the possible courses our lives could have and maybe should have taken. It's probably just as well. Some secrets are meant to stay secret forever.