Quotes from Jojo Moyes

Can't you feel this ? Don't walk away...", she wills him silently. "Please don't walk away from me...

If he has love, he will feel he can go on. Without it, I would have sunk many times over.

And there followed a strange, elongated couple of minutes. The kind in which two people know they have to part, and don't want to.And while neither can acknowledge it, each believes the other feels it too.

the very point of faith was that it must be tested.

I wanted to live as Edouard did, joyfully, sucking the marrow out of every moment and singing because it tasted so good.

All the stuff that was important or interesting about me was what I couldn't share.

I had put on a bright yellow T-shirt in the hope that it would make me look happier than I felt.

I realized then that there was actual relief in his expression. That he was pleased to see me in a way he wasn't actually going to be able to say. And I told myself that it was going to have to be enough. I wod do the thing he had asked for. That would have to be enough.

When you looked at me with those limitless, deliquescent eyes of yours, I used to wonder what it was you could possibly see in me. Now I know that is a foolish view of love. You and I could no more not love each other than the earth could stop circling the sun.

I don't know. Maybe I just believe in second chances.

Will stared out the windows like a dog denied a walk.

She looked a bit like a different person. It was weird. Just a few weeks away from home could rub the familiarity right off of someone.

I realized pretty quickly I couldn't marry a man without a bookshelf.

There is no religion without love, and people may talk as much as they like about their religion, but if it does not teach them to be good and kind to man and beast, it is all a sham.

But don't blame me for the food. My wife knows a hundred and one ways to incinerate a cow, and as far as I can tell she's still experimenting.

It had been years before she could view anybody else's happiness without mourning the loss of her own.

It's always the kindnesses that finish you off.

And all babies were God's blessing, even those who said bugger quite a lot, and whose presence meant that half the potential wage earners in our family couldn't actually go and get a decent job.

I hope the coffee is good and strong and the croissants fresh and that the weather is still sunny.

She couldn't believe losing someone you had known such a short time could feel like losing part of yourself, that it could make food taste wrong and colors seem dull.

Anthony," she had said, and with that one word,had given him not only herself but a new, better edited version of his future.

A veces, Clark, tú eres la única razón que tengo para levantarme por las mañanas. —Entonces, vamos a alguna parte. —Las palabras salieron de mi boca antes incluso de que supieraque iba a pronunciarlas. —¿Qué? —Vamos a alguna parte. Una semana, solo para divertirnos. Tú y yo. Ni uno solo de estos... Will esperó. —¿Imbéciles? —... imbéciles. Di que sí, Will. Vamos.

It could be oddly dispiriting, the blank refusal of humankind to even attempt to function responsibly.

Tú... eres de lo que no hay, Clark.