Quotes from Liane Moriarty

It's no big deal. It is a big deal. They have no right to make you feel that way. Or, just ignore it, one day you'll turn forty and you'll slowly realize you don't feel the eyes anymore, and the freedom is a relief, but you'll also sort of miss it, and when a truck driver whistles at you while you're crossing the road, you'll think, Really? For me?

Her mother specialized in the tiny razor-sharp dig wrapped in a soft compliment, so you didn't notice the blood until afterward.

Early love is exciting and exhilarating. It's light and bubbly. Anyone can love like that. But love after three children, after a separation and a near-divorce, after you've hurt each other and forgiven each other, bored each other and surprised each other, after you've seen the worst and the best—well, that sort of a love is ineffable. It

Obstacles cannot crush me; every obstacle yields to stern resolve." Good one, Leonardo. But the more I think about it, the more I think that maybe I wouldn't say anything motivational at all. It's quite possible that I might briskly slap my hands against my knees and say, "Sounds like it's time you gave up.

She had the kind of thin bony body and hard face that speaks of addiction and the streets. There was a nearly healed cut over one eye with faint purplish bruising, and Troy tried to feel the sympathy she obviously deserved, but his heart was as hard and suspicious as an ex-girlfriend's.

You think the world begins and ends with you and your perfect little family and your perfect little life and you think stress is finding the perfectly color-coordinated cushions for your new $10,000 sofa.

I'm prepared to wait this out. I will wait for you to finish with him." She took a deep, shaky breath. "Have your revolting little affair and then give my husband back.

Joy and Stan used to exchange smiles as their ponytailed daughter glided back and forth across the court, when she was maybe eight or nine, back when she had a "funny little personality" not "a possible mental illness." (Joy never forgave the GP who wrote that particular referral letter.)

student Rani. "Passive listening is the way he listens to me.

Why did people feel the need to comment on the rain, when they had absolutely nothing of value to add to the conversation?

He hated Harry for dumping his father even more than he hated him for cheating.

she couldn't stand to look up another profile on that awful internet dating site and find another middle-aged, bald, chubby man staring smugly at her out of the computer screen, demanding a 'slim lady who takes care of herself, for snuggles and long walks along the beach'. Yes, she wanted this child to love her and approve of her and save her from snuggles with chubby, smug men.

there was something in your children that could bring out the child in yourself.

For a moment Tess felt her strange, inappropriate happiness teeter. It was as though she were balanced on a narrow crevice surrounded by chasms of grief. One wrong thought and down she'd tumble.

Supposedly, the truth was always the best option.

Veronika had accused her father of being a misogynist and Thomas had told Veronika to stop acting like a pseudo lesbian intellectual.

There are so many secrets about our lives we'll never know.

She realized she felt ashamed, as if by separating from her husband, she'd done something slightly distasteful and seedy,

Actually, what that child needs, thinks Enigma, sniffing noisily, is a real good fuck.

forty being the "precise age where you're old enough and young enough to handle a revelation".

I'm having a nervous breakdown, she thought with relief. I'm about to lose my mind, and that's just as well, because this cannot possibly be fixed. It is simply not fixable.

Accepting or allowing what happens or what others do, without active response or resistance.

marriage is hard work and sometimes it's a bit of a bore. It's like housework. It's never finished. You've just got to grit your teeth and keep working away at it, day after day. Of course, the men don't work as hard at it as we do, but that's men for you, isn't it? They're not much good at housework either.

You can choose the right shot, you can have a good swing and good technique, you can do everything right, and it can still go wrong. No player, no matter how good, makes one hundred percent of their shots. Some days you lose. They'd drummed that into the children too. You can be number one in the world, you can win and win and win but it's inevitable: eventually you will lose.