Quotes from Jojo Moyes

And finally, my head pressed into the pillow, I cried, because my life suddenly seemed so much darker and more complicated than I could ever have imagined, and I wished I could go back...

There seems to be something miraculous about seeing the relentless optimism of new growth after the bleakness of winter, a kind of joy in the difference every year, the way nature chooses to show off different parts of the garden to its full advantage.

I sang in the shower, lay awake dreaming. I wore my old dresses, my brightly colored cardigans and my satin pumps, and let myself be enclosed in a bubble of happiness, conscious that bubbles only ever existed for so long before they popped anyway.

Liv runs. Every morning, and some evenings too. Running has taken the place of thinking, of eating, sometimes of sleeping. She runs until her shins burn and her lungs feel as if they will explode...She plugs in her iPod earphones, closes the door of the block, rams her keys into the pocket of her shorts, and sets off at a pace. She lets her mind flood with the deafening thumping beat, dance music so relentless that it leaves no room for thought.

Conned any other women out of their valuables lately ?" she says quietly, so quietly that only he will hear it. "Nope. I've been too busy stealing handbags and seducing the vulnerable." Her head shoots up and his eyes lock on hers. He is, she sees with some shock, as furious as she is.

So this . . . the painting, the house . . . it hit me when I heard what happened to Sophie earlier. It's just stuff. They could take all of it, frankly. The only thing that matters is people." She looks down at his hands, and her voice cracks. "All that really matters is who you love.

He smiled, the kind of smile that denotes private happiness, the kind where you have nothing to prove.

No te estoy pidiendo que te arrojes de un rascacielos ni que nades junto a ballenas ni nada parecido (aunque, en secreto, me encantaría pensar que lo estás haciendo), pero sí que vivas con osadía. Que seas exigente contigo misma. Que no te conformes.

He dropped his head and kissed her. He kissed her and it was a kiss of utter certainty, the kind of kiss during which monarchs die and whole continents fall without your even noticing. When Jess extricated herself, it was only because she didn't want the children to see her lose the ability to stand.

I know we can do this. I know it's not how you would have chosen it, but I know I can make you happy. And all I can say in that you make me… you make me into someone I couldn't even imagine. You make me happy, even when you're awful, I would rather be with you - even the you that you seem to think is diminished - than with anyone else in the world.

If he has love, he will feel he can go on.

Entonces, te voy a contar algo bueno -dijo, y esperó, como si quisiera cercionarse de que le estaba prestando toda mi atención-. Algunos errores... tienen consecuencias mayores que otros. Pero no dejes que sea esa noche lo que te defina. Sentí que su cabeza se ladeaba contra la mía-. Tú, Clark, tienes la opción de que eso no ocurra.

How could I explain to this man how much I wanted to work? Did he have the slightest idea how much I missed my old job? ... I had never considered that you might miss a job like you missed a limb--a constant, reflexive thing.

things might change, grow or fail... we were all part of some great cycle, some pattern that it was only God's purpose to understand.

I turned away, unexpectedly afraid to look at him. I was afraid of what he might be feeling, the depth of his loss, the extent of his fears. Will Traynor's life had been so far beyond the experiences of mine. Who was I to tell him how he should want to live it?

No puedo hacer esto porque no puedo ser... —Tragó saliva—. No puedo ser el hombre que quiero ser al estar contigo. Y eso significa que todo esto —me miró a la cara— solo es... otro recordatorio de lo que no soy.

It is the death of hope that comes as the greatest relief

And I cannot for the life of me see how you can be content to live this tiny life. This life that will take place almost entirely within a five-mile radius and contain nobody who will ever surprise you or push you or show you things that will leave your head spinning and unable to sleep at night.

She doesn't know what to say. She feels quietly furious with him, while conscious that she has no right to be. What has he ever promised her, after all?

You should have been here, Will, I told him silently. It was you she really needed.

Necesitaba decirle, en silencio, que las cosas cambian, crecen o se marchitan, pero que la vida continúa. Que todos formamos parte de un ciclo superior, de un orden que solo Dios comprende.

I thought he was the saddest person I had ever met, in those moments when I glimpsed him staring out the window.

Sometimes she woke up speaking his name. Sometimes she wondered how it were possible to be so far from the sea and still feel as if she were drowning.

Just a little homesick, Alice answered. It was the truth, she thought. She just wasn't sure she had yet been to the place she was homesick for.