Quotes from Jojo Moyes

Not much point worrying what the town thinks about you—nothing you can do about that anyway. But when you look outwards, why, there's a whole world of beautiful things.

Et si tu penses avoir fait le bon choix, sache au moins qu'il y a, quelque part dans le monde, un homme qui t'aime et qui comprend à quel point tu es précieuse, intelligente et douce. Un homme qui t'a toujours aimé et qui, pour son plus grand malheur, t'aimera toujours.

She is probably slightly too old to pout, but they've been going out a short enough time for it still to be cute.

And because, most crazy of all, all that kindness, all that magnificence, was sitting there just because of his words

Especially when he is plainly unable to move, and is saying, gently, 'Clark. Please. Just come over here. Please,

MOVING ON means we have to protect ourseves

I've had a very good life, Louisa. I loved my job and I worked with some wonderful people. I traveled to Paris, Milan, Berlin, London, far more than most women my age...I had my beautiful apartment and some excellent friends. You mustn't worry about me. All this nonsense about women having it all. We never could and we never shall. Women always have to make difficult choices. But there is a great consolation in simply doing something you love.

Some mistakes have greater consequences then others. You don't have to let one mistake define you

All this nonsense about women having it all. We never could, and we never shall. Women always have to make the difficult choices, but there is a great consolation in simply doing something you love.

Solo se vive una vez, ¿no?

Eu nunca, jamais me vou arrepender de ter feito as coisas que fiz. Porque, quando se está preso numa coisa destas, os únicos lugares aonde se pode ir são os lugares da nossa memória

None of us lasts forever, do we? If I'm honest, seeing her like that was an unwelcome reminder of my own mortality. Of what I had been. Of what we all must become.

secured in the back, and his smart jacket hung neatly over

I thought about how you're shaped so much by the people who surround you, and how careful you have to be in choosing them for this exact reason, and then I thought, despite all that, in the end maybe you have to lose them all in order to truly find yourself.

He had blown in with the soft breezes of a wider world, and it was weirdly seductive.

It's not the same crushing grief you felt at first, the kind that swamps you and makes you want to cry in the wrong places and get irrationally angry with all the idiots who are still alive when the person you love is dead. It's just something you learn to accommodate. Like adapting around a hole. I don't know. It's like you become . . . a doughnut instead of a bun.

There is always a way out of a situation. Might be ugly. Might leave you feeling like the earth has gone and shifted under your feet. But there is always a way around.

you were only as happy as your unhappiest child?

They sat in companionable silence, sipping their tea.

Wisdom and knowledge shall be the stability of thy times.

How does one lift one's own life out of the mundane and into something epic? Surely one should be brave enough to love?

There would be good days and bad days. Today was just a bad day, a kink in the road, to be traversed and survived.

I swore I wouldn't contact you again. But six weeks on, and I feel no better. Being without you-thousands of miles from you-offer is no relief at all. The fact that I am no longer tormented by your presence, or presented with daily evidence of my inability to have the one thing I truly desire, has not healed me. It has made things worse. My future feels like a bleak, empty road.

She had seeped into his consciousness so thoroughly, absorbing all lucid thought, that not only could he think of nothing else but no longer cared to.