Quotes from Jojo Moyes

You're going to feel uncomfortable in your new world for a bit. It always does feel strange to be knocked out of your comfort zone ... There is hunger in you, Clark. A fearlessness. You just buried it like most of people do. Just live well, just live. - William Traynor to Louisa Clark

I ate new foods, walked strange streets, spoke to people in a language that wasn't mine.

don't ask you to love me always like this, but I ask you to remember. Somewhere inside me there'll always be the person I am to-night. • F. SCOTT FITZGERALD, Tender Is the Night

Beside me Sam had started to shake silently. "Stop them," he murmured. "I'm going to bust my stitches.

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.

Don't think of me too often. I don't want to think of you getting all maudlin. Just live well. Just live.

The key was making sure that anyone you allowed to walk beside you didn't get to decide which you were, and pin you down a like a butterfly in a case. The key was to know that you could always somehow find a way to reinvent yourself again.

You could only truly reinvent yourself far from home. On trips to see her parents, she still feels a little stifled by all that communal history.

Doesn't matter how smart you are, how clever, how self-reliant—you can always be bettered by a stupid man with a gun. The

But when the lift doors closed behind us, he pulled me toward him, took my face in his hands and kissed me again. "Was that to stop me talking?" I said when he released me. "No. That was because I've wanted to do that for four long weeks and I plan to do it as many times as I can until I go home again." "That's a good line." "Took me most of the flight.

due to a change in circumstances I was very sorry but I wouldn't be able to take the job.

When you work hard to get somewhere, it's quite nice to show people where you belong.

My skin grew freckled, my nails bleached, and I began to feel a rare happiness at the simple pleasures of existing here – of walking on a beach, eating unfamiliar foods, swimming in warm, clear water where black fish gazed shyly from under volcanic rocks, or watching the sun sink fiery red into the horizon.

Margaret laughed. "Sure thing. Sorry, Ave. I'll go and get the tea." Ave. If Avice had been feeling less awful, she would have corrected her: there was nothing worse than an abbreviated name.

My thoughts were chasing each other in circles.

You're going to feel uncomfortable in your new world for a bit. It always does feel strange to be knocked out of your comfort zone. But I hope you feel a bit exhilarated too. There is a hunger in you, a fearlessness. You just buried it, like most people do. LIVE BOLDLY. PUSH YOURSELF. DON'T SETTLE.

I thought of Patrick and the multitude of certificates on the wall of his apartment, and wondered at the male need to display achievements, like a peacock permanently shimmering his tail.

Ellie's head sinks into her hands, and she weeps for the unknown Boot, for Jennifer, for chances missed and a life wasted. She cries for herself, because nobody will ever love her like he loved Jennifer, and because she suspects that she is spoiling what might have been a perfectly good, if ordinary, life. She cries because she is drunk and in her flat and there are few advantages to living on your own except being able to sob uninhibitedly at will.

The morning sagged and decided to last for several years.

In his hours alone, his mind wandered to a million possible outcomes, and he marveled at how long it had been since he had felt so preoccupied by a woman. It was because she was that rare thing, genuinely unobtainable. He should have given up days ago.

There had been only him, for me. I could see that very clearly. And, besides, I had Esmé.' Her smile broadens. 'A child really is a wonderful consolation.

Because even if the whole world was throwing rocks at you, if you had your mother at your back, you'd be okay.

The sights and sounds of home.

Algunas veces sentía como si todos estuviéramos vadeando en nuestro dolor, reticentes a admitir a los demás qué tanto nos estábamos ahogando.