Quotes from Jojo Moyes

Outside, life in Manhattan continued, oblivious, fast-moving, ignoring the detritus that piled up in the gutter.

it's not enough for you to sit on your arse for the rest of your life. But it should buy you your freedom, both from that claustrophobic little town we both call home, and from the kind of choices you have so far felt you had to make.

I could see myself in that café. I was there, at that table, maybe admiring a new pair of French shoes, purchased in a chic little boutique, or picking at a pastry with Parisian red fingernails. I could taste the coffee, smell the smoke from the next table's Gauloises.

her. "No, thank you, Mrs. Cordoza. You get along. I'm just

Precisava dar ao meu filho um lugar para onde olhar. Precisava dizer a ele, silenciosamente, que as coisas poderiam mudar, crescer ou fenecer, mas que a vida continuaria. Que todos nós éramos parte de um grande ciclo, algum tipo de arranjo cuja finalidade só Deus poderia entender. Jojo Moyes - Como eu era antes de você

provenance." The judge coughs and examines his notes. Paul murmurs to the woman director

I tell you, mate, I've learned a whole new bunch of swear words today.

I think you have to identify with all your characters to some extent, or they just don't come off the page properly.

to say sorry. Oh, Louisa, you can hang on to your hurt out of some misplaced sense of pride, or you can just let go and relish whatever precious time you have.

I'm dreading it," says Corinne. "Somehow thirty-one sounds like you might only be just past thirty, still almost technically in your twenties. Thirty-two sounds ominously close to thirty-five.

Are you claustrophobic?" His face, inches from mine, was etched with worry. "I could see you didn't want to go in. I just... I just thought you were being—" I shut my eyes. "I just want to go now." "Hold on to my hand. We'll go out." He knew the maze backward, he told me as we walked, his voice calm, reassuring. I entwined my fingers with his and felt the warmth of his hand as something comforting.

These are the things I learned about being a parent, while not actually being a parent: That whatever you did would probably be wrong. If you were cruel or dismissive or neglectful, you would leave scars upon your charge. But if you were supportive and loving, encouraging and praising them for even their smallest achievements—getting out of bed on time, say, or managing not to smoke for a whole day—it would simply ruin them in a different way.

The night was possessed of the thick darkness that comes when clouds swallow the moon and stars whole,

I've messed up everything again and I don't know why I even bother trying to be something more than I was because every time I do it ends in disaster.

The law of probability combined with the law of large numbers states that to beat the odds, sometimes you have to repeat an event an increasing number of times in order to get you to the outcome you desire.

Her eyes closed, her voice filled the little room, soft and mellifluous, as if it had been dipped in honey.

distance, through the clatter of the

You could choose to be happy or you could not.

She had earned every one of her bruises and blisters, had built a new Alice over the frame of one with whom she had never felt entirely comfortable.

All that matters is who you love.

I thought of how in less than twelve months I had survived homelessness and joblessness in one of the toughest cities on earth.

You reminded me that the world is capable of beauty, and that there were once things—art, joy, love—that filled my world, instead of fear and nettle soup and curfews. I saw you in my expression.

It doesn't go. And you look like you're trying to hide something behind it." "But I'm . . . well, I'm all cleavage otherwise." "So?" He shrugged. "Look, Clark, if you're going to wear a dress like that you need to wear it with confidence. You need to fill it mentally as well as physically.

Good to meet you, Patrick," Will said. "And thank you for the...advice." "Oh, just trying to help my girlfriend get the best out of her job," he said. "That's all." There was a definite emphasis on the word 'my.' "Well, you're a lucky man," Will said, as Nathan began to steer him out. "She certainly gives a good bed bath." The words came out so quickly that the door was closed before Patrick even realized what he had said.