Quotes from Liane Moriarty

You want me to do the gutters?' Logan had said. Climate change. His mother threw certain phrases around at random to make sure they knew she was up to date with current affairs and listened to podcasts.

life goes on. We live to play another day.

now I just assume that it won't work, and that if it does work, I'll lose it anyway. This is meant to protect me, although it doesn't, because somehow the hope sneakily finds its way in. I'm never aware of the hope until it's gone, whooshed away like a rug pulled from under my feet, each time I hear another "I'm sorry.

A woman would be more intelligent, obviously.

You shouldn't only be nice to nice people.

Perry was away often. He sometimes felt like an aberration in her life. A visitor. Her real life took place when he wasn't there. What happened never mattered all that much because he was always about to leave, the next day or the next week.

meant working-class kids like Stan no longer spent their childhoods whacking a tennis ball but hunched over tiny screens. Logan's point was: Don't you dare think I grew up rich and privileged just because this bush neighbourhood got all posh and gentrified.

Did one act define who you were forever?

How in the world had Bonnie managed to get Madeline's ex-husband out of bed at that time of the morning to go and work in a homeless shelter? Nathan wouldn't get up before 8 a.m. when they were married. Bonnie must give him organic blow-jobs.

This can happen to anyone.

Even a really bad ordinary argument, where feelings were hurt, would be so much better than this permanent sense of dread. She could feel it everywhere: in her stomach, her chest, even her mouth had a horrible taste to it. What was it doing to her health?

Reader, she didn't marry him,

Jab, jab, truce! This, it seems, is marriage–

Somehow she knew there would be an unspoken truce on their unspoken battle over God knew what when they were old. They could both surrender to their innate grumpiness. It was going to be a lovely relief.

They never said sorry. They just threw down their still-loaded weapons, ready for next time.

But even while he is frustrated with her, or hurt by her, or plain irritated by her, he still loves her, he still has a secret crush on her, he is still awed that someone this beautiful is with him.

Friends could last a lifetime. The statistics were better than for relationships.

Building your dream home is a fast-track to divorce,

Cecilia had noticed that beautiful woman held themselves differently; they swayed like palm trees in the breeze of all that attention. Cecilia wanted her daughters to run and stride and stomp. She didn't want Polly to bloody sway.

You need to take precautions. The most dangerous time for a battered woman is after she ends the relationship,

It's about making a choice to make your marriage a priority, to, kind of, put that at the top of the page, as your mission statement or something.

The word 'sorry' is hardly adequate for my actions.

It's starting, Cecilia had thought sadly. She wished she could give Isabel a shield, like the ones riot police held, to protect her from male attention, that feeling of being scored each time you walked down a street, the demeaning comments yelled out of cars, that casual sweep of the eyes.

They probably felt like it was the end of the world. But it turned out to be the making of them. The lowest point of your life can lead to the highest.