Quotes from Jojo Moyes

We were enjoying one of those rare summers of utter freedom – no financial responsibility, no debts, no time owing to anybody.

I looked at my boyfriend and wondered if he was actually an alien.

I tried to show him that he was the answer to a question I hadn't even known I had been asking.

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Running had been my ex Patrick's thing. It was like kale—one of those things you know exists and is possibly good for you but, frankly, life is always going to be too short to get stuck in.

Maybe that's the thing we need to understand, Alice. That some things are a gift, even if you don't get to keep them." There was a silence before he spoke again. "Maybe just to know that something this beautiful exists is all we can really ask for.

I looked at Will and I saw the baby I held in my arms, dewily besotted, unable to believe that I had created another human being. I saw the toddler, reaching for my hand, the schoolboy weeping tears of fury after being bullied by some other child. I saw the vulnerabilities, the love, the history. That's what he was asking me to extinguish—the small child as well as the man—all that love, all that history.

He had a dozen arguments with her before breakfast, and a thousand passionate reconciliations before he went to sleep.

Then he told her, in the quiet tones of someone offloading a confession, that she was the most mazing women he had ever met. And when she lifted her swollen eyes to his, Ed mopped her bleeding nose, and he dropped his lips gently onto hers, and he did what he had wanted to do for the past forty-eight hours, even if he had been initially too dumb to know it, He kissed her.

good things happen. sometimes when you least expect them

gravely. "You know, you can't make someone love you again. No matter how much you might want it. Sometimes, unfortunately, the timing is simply . . . off.

I'm not going to try and change you mind." "If you're here, you accept it's my choice. This is the first thing I've been in control of since the accident." "I know." And there it was. He knew it, and I knew it. There was nothing left for me to do. Do you know how hard it is to say nothing ? When every atom of you strains to do the opposite? I just tried to be, tried to absorb the man I loved through osmosis, tried to imprint what I had left of him on myself. I did not speak...

Um silêncio aturdido é diferente de qualquer outro, percebi nesse momento. Estende-se, ganhando peso, e depois implode sob o peso das perguntas por fazer.

Very few troubles in life couldn't be lessened by a nice smile—that was what her mother always said.

I thought I was happy. I thought my life was fine. And then you came along, and nothing . . . nothing makes sense anymore.

music could unlock things in you, could transport you to somewhere even the composer hadn't predicted.

That's the thing you don't know about children unless you have them—bath time, Lego, and fish fingers don't allow you to dwell on tragedy for too long.

Most days now his loss is a part of her, an awkward weight she carries around, invisible to everyone else.

But if we don't have faith that he can feel better, even get better, then how is he supposed to keep the faith that good things might happen?" Nathan

Who says you failed?" Dad stroked her hair back from her face. His expression was tender. "I'm just thinking of what I know about Will Traynor, what I know about men like him. And I'll say one thing to you. I'm not sure anyone in the world was ever going to persuade that man once he'd set his mind to something. He's who he is. You can't make people change who they are.

It was not, they observed with exquisite understatement, a cry for help.

I tell him I don't see it that way. Look out at the sea for long enough, at its moods and frenzies, at its beauties and terrors, and you'll have all the stories you need— of love and danger, and about what life lands in your nets. And the fact that sometimes it's not your hand on the tiller, and you can do no more than trust that it'll all work out okay.

And when it came down to it, what was the point in re-examining your sadness all the time anyway? It was like picking at a wound and refusing to let it heal. I knew what I had been part of. I knew what my role was. What was the point in going over and over it?

But one of the things you learn in therapy is that there comes a point when you have to take care of yourself.