Quotes from Liane Moriarty

Polly had arrived in the world outraged to discover that her sisters had gotten there before her. "Well,

As man imagines himself to be, so shall he be, and he is that which he imagines." So said Paracelsus in the fifteenth century.

Cecilia did not know why her three slender daughters loved watching overweight people sweat and cry and starve.

When the match is over it's like waking up from a beautiful dream.

It seemed to her that everyone had too much self-protective pride to truly strip down to their souls in front of their long-term partners. It was easier to pretend there was nothing more to know, to fall into an easygoing companionship.

As Jane looked around her, she felt that dissatisfied feeling she often experienced when she was somewhere new and lovely. She couldn't quite articulate it except with the words If only I were here. This little beachside café was so exquisite, she longed to really be there—except, of course, she was there, so it didn't make sense. "Jane?

And then, everyone's like, Oh, Pandora. Where's your willpower? You were told not to open that box, you snoopy girl, you typical woman with your insatiable curiosity, now look what you've gone and done. When for one thing it was a jar, not a box, and for another, how many times does she have to say it, nobody said a word about not opening it!

Mothers took their mothering so seriously now.

Oh for Christ's sake, now she is crying over some imaginary cheerful lady.

She wondered if she was going mad. It felt like a decision she could make. One small step over an invisible line and she could choose lunacy.

Monkey brain refers to the way your mind swings from thought to thought, like a monkey swinging from branch to branch.

How dare this smug little plastic stick have the power to decide her future?

How quickly people adapted to strange rules and regulations.

She has a strange, not unpleasant sense of disconnection from everyone, as if she is floating somewhere high above her head and operating her body by remote control. Stretch lips to smile. Fold palms of hands around pram handle. Tip head towards child in motherly fashion.

Erika shrugged. The movement of her shoulders felt unnatural. She wasn't going to tell him what she'd overheard. It would only upset him. And it shamed her. She didn't want Oliver to know that her closest friend didn't really care for her.

She'd never believed in God, except when she heard children singing.

The middle-aged woman she would have become, so sure of herself and her place in the world, bossy and loving, condescending and impatient with her dear old mum,

You're having one of those days of accumulating misery when you argue violently

There's a difference between heartbroken and damaged," said Ed. "You were sad and hurt. Maybe your heart was broken, but you weren't broken.

She'd always made a point of pretending not to be interested in money, because she was, in fact, very interested in it.

It sometimes seemed so peculiar and wrong to her that you could be that intimate with someone, to go to sleep with him and wake up with him, to do really quite extraordinarily personal things together on a regular basis, and then, suddenly, you don't even know his telephone number, or where he's living or working, or what he did today or last week or last year.

everyone had too much self-protective pride to truly strip down to their souls in front of their long-term partners.

the leap into heaven, into fame, into legend—then the fall back to earth (guernseyed Icarus) to the whistle's shrill tweet.

Was today the worst anniversary yet, or was it always this bad? It was probably always this bad. It was so easy to forget how bad things were. Like winter. Like the flu. Like childbirth.