Quotes from Liane Moriarty

Frances made a tremendous effort not to comment on his height, as she knew from her six-foot friend Jen that tall people were well aware they were tall.

she couldn't seem to wrestle control of her feelings. She cried and cried.

Why were cabdrivers so insistent on educating their passengers?

She'd always known her reaction to that night had been too big, or perhaps too small. She hadn't ever cried. She hadn't told anyone. She'd swallowed it whole and pretended it meant nothing, therefore it had come to mean everything.

When you divorce someone, you divorce the whole family.

I've been married.' 'You haven't stayed married.

You okay, Mum?" said Rob. "I'm fine," said Rachel. She went to reach for her cup of coffee and found that she didn't have the energy to even lift her arm.

Marriage to Perry meant she was always ready to justify her actions, constantly monitoring what she'd just said or done, while simultaneously feeling defensive about the defensiveness, her thoughts and feelings twisting into impenetrable knots, so that sometimes, like right now, sitting in a room with normal people, all the things she couldn't say rose in her throat and for a moment she couldn't breathe.

help" screamed silently in her head, as if she were begging for something: a solution, a cure, a reprieve. A reprieve from what? A cure for what? A solution for what? Her breathing had become shallow. She'd felt beads of sweat at her hairline. Then she'd seen the sign. Their lease at their Newtown apartment was up. The two-bedroom unit was in an ugly,

pain, no surprise you're dead. You're old. That's what is meant to happen. We don't care that you forget you're old. We know you're old. Rose thinks of that poem she used to like and is pleased with herself when she can remember the first few lines. Do not go gentle into that good night. Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Every day, in every way, I am getting better and better. —The classic conscious auto-suggestion created by the famous French psychologist and pharmacist (the "father of auto hypnosis"), Émile Coué (1857–1926)

Former greats didn't necessarily make great coaches.

I had bad endometriosis when I was younger, and a doctor told me I'd have a lot of trouble getting pregnant.

Some days she slouched for endless hours on the sofa, yawning hugely, like someone suffering from terrible jet lag.

Some elderly people look like they've always been old, but Connie looked like a young person who had aged a great deal.

always ready to justify her actions, constantly monitoring what she'd just said or done, while simultaneously feeling defensive about the defensiveness, her thoughts and feelings twisting into impenetrable knots, so that sometimes, like right now, sitting in a room with normal people, all the things she couldn't say rose in her throat and for a moment she couldn't breathe.

If only you were born a hundred years ago, when you could have gone through days of natural labour before bleeding naturally to death,

No, no,' said Sam. 'Of course not. I've got a good friend who

It starts out small. You put up with little things in a relationship and then … the little things gradually get bigger.

I'll tell you something, something important. Love is a decision. Not a feeling.

Every time she fell out of love with him, he saw it happen and waited it out. He never stopped loving her, even those times when he felt deeply hurt and betrayed by her, even in that bad year when they talked about separating, he'd just gone along with it, waiting for her to come back to him, thanking God and his dad up above each time she did.

Ruby is the littler one, right?" said Erika's mother in her regular voice. "How old is she? Two?" "Yes," said Clementine. "What happened? Nobody saw her fall in? Where was her mother? What was Clementine doing?

It was irresistible, like they were being tickled themselves. Their eyes met across the table, and at that instant, Rachel's laughter turned into a sob.

They didn't say anything for a few seconds, and then they both dissolved into the sort of helpless, wheezing laughter unique to women who had spent their school days together.