Quotes from Jojo Moyes

I think she loves me. But she loves herself more. Or how could she do what she does?

I saw that pretty much everyone bore the brutal imprint of love, whether it was lost, whipped away from them, or simply vanished into a grave.

And yet. To commit to Sam was to commit to the likelihood of more loss.

he makes my heart flutter like a clean sheet on a long line.

Ci sono ore normali, e poi ci sono ore invalide, durante le quali il tempo si ferma e scivola via, in cui la vita - la vita reale - sembra scorrere su un binario parallelo.

And when it came down to it, what was the point in reexamining your sadness all the time anyway? It was like picking away at a wound and refusing to let it heal.

I don't know what I think. All I know is that most of the time, I would rather be with him that anyone else I know.

Ich habe vor langer Zeit gelernt, dass "was wäre, wenn…" ein gefährliches Spiel ist.

With Will I had never had to consider what I said; talking to him was as effortless as breathing. Now I was good at not really saying anything about myself at all.

I'm not letting go of you.

His body was just part of the whole package

I always think this is the kind of place that people come back to. When they've become tired of everything else. Or when they don't have enough imagination to go anywhere else.

Knowing you still have possibilities is a luxury.

It never ended. Even though she'd thought she'd covered her heart with a permanent porcelain shell, he still found a way to chip at it.

You cut yourself off from all sorts of experiences because you tell yourself you are 'not that sort of person.

Y, por más que lo intento, no entiendo cómo puedes estar satisfecha con una vida tan minúscula. Esta vida que tiene lugar en un radio de poco más de cinco kilómetros y que no incluye a nadie capaz de sorprenderte, exigirte o mostrarte cosas que te dejen boquiabierta y no te dejen dormir de noche.

It has become a secret habit, me, the city skyline, the comfort of the dark, the anonymity, and the knowledge that up here nobody knows who I am

When someone we love is snatched from us, it often feels very hard to make plans. Sometimes people feel like they have lost faith in the future,

He kissed her, and knew he was trying to tell her the depth of how he felt. Even as he lost himself in her, felt her hair sweep across his face, his chest, her lips meet his skin, her fingers, he understood that there were people for whom one other was their missing part.

I don't want my happiness to be entirely dependent on somebody else's, to be a hostage to fortunes I cannot control.

As I sat there, I found myself thinking of things I hadn't thought of for years, old emotions watching over me, new thoughts and ideas being pulled from me as if my perception itself were being stretched out of shape.

I closed my eyes and lay my head against the headrest, and we sat there together for a while longer, two people lost in remembered music, half hidden in the shadow of a castle on a moonlit hill.

But if you cannot change your situation, then you have no choice. You can only change how you think about it.

I like the breath of foreign air, the close-up glimpses of lives far removed from my own. I liked to hear the accents and work out where their owners came from, to study the clothes of people who have never seen a Next catalog or bought a five-pack of knickers at Marks and Spencer.