Quotes from Liane Moriarty

and the memory had vanished, the way old clothes vanished and you forgot they had ever existed until an old photo reminded you: I loved that T-shirt.

But things change. People change. It just happens. It's just life. The fact that you're getting a divorce doesn't change the fact that you had all those wonderful times. And I swear

All babies had that same wise look, as if they'd just come from another realm where they'd learned some beautiful truth they couldn't share. Every day brought an endless stream of new life.

She moved through therapists like she moved through boyfriends. She dumped both boyfriends and therapists when they offended her, enraged her, bored her. The boyfriends said she was a head case, a nut case, a drama queen, a psycho. The therapists said she had ADHD or OCD, depression or anxiety or most likely both, a nervous disorder, a mood disorder, a

The cycles of dysfunction and mental illness did not have to carry over from generation to generation. You just had to educate yourself. Erika

Sometimes your life changes so slowly and imperceptibly that you don't notice it at all until one day you wake up and think: How did I get here?

Scans showed that the brain activity of someone who had taken psilocybin bore striking similarities to the brain of an experienced meditator during deep meditation.

Bleh," she said out loud.

And Jeremy, her earnest face crumpled. She looked so embarrassed, I felt like I'd kicked a kitten. She was falling all over herself to apologize.

It's because a woman's entire self-worth rests on her looks. That's why. It's because we live in a beauty obsessed society where the most important thing a woman can do is make herself attractive to men.

Sometimes it felt like all the people in her life were scavengers, pecking viciously away at her flesh, wanting more, more, more.

You are awful people," she said loudly. The Blond Bobs looked up. Their eyes and mouths were little ovals of surprise. "You are awful, awful people.

admit it to her dad, who would just take what she said at face value, rather than her mother, who would listen too intently and empathetically and filter everything through her own emotions.

But then a university friend got diagnosed with depression and described it to Brooke as a kind of half paralysis, as if all her muscles had atrophied, and Brooke had a sudden memory of Amy eating cereal in slow motion, swaying like seaweed under water, and she realized she was offering this friend more sympathy and understanding than she'd ever given her own sister. These days she tried hard to see Amy with objective, compassionate eyes,

Ever since she'd been living alone, she'd gone to bed with the television on; the comforting banality of the murmuring voices and flickering images warded off the feeling of terror that could sometimes overwhelm her.

There's not a damned thing wrong with your body. You are average-sized, you deluded fool! You are an attractive, intelligent woman, you idiot! You should spend January lying in a hammock and eating cheese.

I knew there is nothing more patronizing to an Infertile than to hear a new mother complaining, as if that will make you feel better for not having your own baby. It's like telling a blind person, "Oh, sure, you get to see mountains and sunsets, but there are also rubbish dumps and pollution! Terrible!

They were only on the very outer edge of old age, they were not yet dealing with dementia or confusion, just bad knees and indigestion, some insomnia, apparently.

She wanted to see it clearly, to understand that it wasn't all black, or all white. It was a million colors. And

He just randomly, arbitrarily, idiotically broke her heart.

Here's the thing. You don't know my father. He's a stranger to you. All you see is a grumpy old man. He suppresses his emotions. That's what men of his age do. That's probably why he looks guilty to you.

It wasn't just that her memories of the last ten years were back. It was that her true self, as formed by those ten years, was back. As seductive as it might have been to erase the grief and pain of the last ten years, it was also a lie. Young Alice was a fool. A sweet, innocent fool. Young Alice hadn't experienced ten years of living.

had to run out of a cinema because the smell of the woman's perfume sitting next to me (Opium) combined with her popcorn made me retch.

For her, the smell of cigarettes smelled like love. She dated far too many smokers for this reason.