Quotes from Jojo Moyes

all I felt when I saw Vanessa was this weird sensation I used to get when I was a kid, like when you're at a friend's house and your mum comes to get you before you're ready.

I just…want to be a man who has been to a concert with a girl in a red dress. Just for a few minutes more." I released the door handle. "Sure." 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.

It's crap, divorce,' he says. 'We tell ourselves the kids are fine, that it's better this way than two unhappy people shouting at each other, but we never dare ask them the truth.' 'The truth?' 'What they want. Because we know the answer. And it would break our hearts.

The fact that I am no longer tormented by your proximity, or presented with daily evidence of my inability to have the one thing I truly want, has not healed me. It

She didn't actually criticize me—she was too genteel even to raise her voice—but the way she blinked slowly at my responses, her little hmm-hmm, as I spoke, told me everything I needed to know.

Look. I know I've got baggage. I know that someone like me is probably not on your agenda, what with a baby and everything, but, you know, you've got a ton of baggage, too. You've got an ex-wife who you're obviously not over and a load of women you've slept with who still work for you— which frankly I think is a bit much. And you're a bit of a misogynist, which I can't say I like either.

You still don't get it, Clark, do you?' I could hear the smile in his voice. 'It's not your choice.

Oh, my God, my darling, how did you survive this man? "I guess it's like the frog in boiling water, right?" Nisha says. "No marriage starts off bad. I guess by the time you realize how weird it's gotten you're up to your neck.

Si sente vivo e spregiudicato. Vuole vedere Nell ridere. Vuole andare in un club e ballare con lei fino alle ore piccole, con una mano sulla sua schiena sudata, tenendo gli occhi incatenati ai suoi. Vuole rimanere sveglio fino all'alba per un buon motivo, eccitato dall'alcol, dal divertimento e dalla magia di Parigi. Vuole assaporare la sensazione di speranza che nasce dall'incontro con una persona sconosciuta, qualcuna che vede solo il meglio di te, non il peggio.

I had mistaken feeling for feeling unhappy.

You are pretty much the only thing that wants me to walk up in the morning.

Perché questo vuol dire crescere in una piccola città: tutti pensano di sapere chi sei. Nell era la ragazza giudiziosa. La ragazza tranquilla. Quella che pianificava attentamente ogni dettaglio e a cui potevi dare l'incarico di innaffiare le piante o badare ai tuoi figli con la sicurezza che non sarebbe scappata con tuo marito né con quello di nessun'altra.

She was beautiful. As always she looked like she'd meant to head for somewhere else but at the last minute she'd decided to stop by you, as a favor, you understand.

É só que o que não se pode compreender a respeito da maternidade, até que se tenha um filho, é que não é um adulto — o deselegante, barbado, fedorento, filho teimoso — que a mãe vê diante de si, com seus recibos de estacionamento, seus sapatos não engraxados e sua complicada vida sentimental. A mãe enxerga todas as pessoas que o filho já foi ao longo da vida reunidas em uma só. Jojo Moyes - Como eu era antes de você

My voice cut into the silence. The words hung there, searing themselves on the little room long after the sound had died away.

You're too bright. Too interesting." He looked away from me. "You only get one life. It's actually your duty to live it as fully as possible.

and suddenly everything was pure sound. I felt the music like a physical thing; it didn't just sit in my ears, it flowed through me, around me, made my senses vibrate. It made my skin prickle and my palms dampen. Will hadn't described any of it like this. I had thought I might be bored. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever heard. And

Bring Up the Bodies by Hilary Mantel and The Marlowe Papers by Ros Barber—are set several centuries ago.

if not exactly well, then not scarily ill.

Aprendemos a conviver com a perda, com as pessoas que nos deixam. Porque elas permanecem conosco, mesmo não estando vivas, mesmo não respirando mais.

my phone, strolled downstairs for too-strong hospital

Um, Jess?" "Not now, Nicky." The police car was pulling over, too. Tanzie's palms had begun to sweat. *It will all be fine.* "I guess this isn't the time to tell you I brought my stash with me.

A silent promise, if you like, that there was a bigger picture, a brighter future.

Hannah ran past, beaming. I remember that feeling--when you're a kid and it's your birthday and for one day everyone makes you feel like the most special person in the world.