Quotes from Liane Moriarty

You're having one of those days of accumulating misery when you argue violently with someone in a position of power: a bank teller, a dry cleaner, a three-year-old.

Era interesant cum casniciile deveneau instantaneu proprietate publica imediat ce incepeau sa se clatine.

In their wedding photos, they both have the blank-eyed, sedated look of recent trauma victims.

It could have been so much worse. He rarely hit her face. She'd never broken a limb or needed stitches. Her bruises could always be kept secret with a turtleneck or sleeves or long pants. He would never lay a finger on the children. The boys never saw. It could be worse. Oh, so much worse. She'd read the articles about proper domestic violence victims. That was terrible. That was real. What Perry did didn't count.

But maybe every life looked wonderful if all you saw was the photo albums. People always obediently smiled and tilted their heads when a camera was put in front of them. Perhaps seconds after the shutter clicked [they] sprang apart, avoiding each others' eyes, their smiles replaced by snarls.

A woman's relationship with her father will have a profound impact on all her future relationships with men. The fatherless daughter lacks a template. Fatherless daughters are more likely to be promiscuous—so GREAT, thanks Mum, I'm going to be a slut!!!!!!!!!! —Entry in Ellen O'Farrell's diary, written a week before her fifteenth birthday

They're pretty good at building stuff," her sister said. "Like bridges and roads. I mean, could you even build a hut? Your basic mud hut?" "I could build a hut," said Cecilia. "You probably could," groaned Bridget,

Sometimes when talking to somebody she was suddenly revolted by herself, aware of how eagerly she was leaning forward, chin jutting, mimicking the other person's gestures, moving with them, nodding and smiling, gently nudging their conversation along with a constant stream of appreciative chuckles, soothing 'hmmms' and surprised exclamations. 'Really!' 'Did he?' 'You're kidding!' Love me, love me!

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.

Chloe handed a pink envelope to Madeline. "Can you keep this, Mummy? It's an invitation to Amabella's party. You have to come dressed as something starting with A. I'm going to dress up as a princess." She ran off.

Vasazica asa se intampla, se gandea o parte din ea in timp ce se legana si se ruga. Asta e senzatia. Nu te schimbi. Nu exista nicio protectie speciala cand treci linia invizibila de la viata obisnuita la acea lume paralela unde se intampla tragedii. Se intampla exact asa. Nu devii altcineva. Nu primesti protectie speciala. Esti exact la fel. Totul in jurul tau inca miroase, arata, se simte exact la fel.

Dear Tess, she read. This is probably a silly gift for a girl. I never did know the right thing to buy you. I was trying to think of something that would help when you're feeling lost. I remember feeling lost. It was bloody awful. But I always had you. Hope you find your way, Love Dad.

guess Jack is too big for sandboxes now, although it's still there in their backyard. Sometimes, when Patrick is at work and Jack is at school, I go to the house and eat my lunch in the backyard.

She had betrayed him. He chose to still love her. There was nothing more to say.

Perry's rage was an illness. A mental illness. She saw the way it took hold of him, how he tried his best to resist. When he was in the throes of it, his eyes became red and glassy, as if he were drugged. The things he said didn't even make sense. It wasn't him. The rage wasn't him.

word and its implications from every angle.

The careful untangling of a legal issue. Like math, but with words.

It was nice to hold on to the memories of those fierce, desperate hugs when the hugging stopped.

Try not to saddle yourself with too distinct a personality too early in life. It might not suit you later on. Say

God, I'm hungry. Have you tried the 5:2 diet? This is my fast day. I am dying of starvation.

Anyway, men don't rule the world. We have a female prime minister. And you rule your world. You rule the Fitzpatrick household.

The teacher called out, "Could all the parents and children listen up for a moment? We've had such a lovely morning, but we just need to have a little chat about something. It's a little bit serious." The teacher's dimples quivered in her cheeks, as if she were trying to put them away for a more appropriate time.

Who knew what she would have done really;

Slow was certainly... slow... but also it was quite... lovely.