Quotes from Jojo Moyes

A million lives below me, a million heartbreaks big and small, tales of joy and loss and survival, a million little victories every day.

Me obligué a recordar otra cosa que había dicho Marc: que ningún viaje para dejar atrás el dolor era fácil. Que habría días buenos y días malos. Hoy solo era un día malo, un rodeo en el camino que debía atravesar y superar.

but his smile was slow and wide. "I don't know, Clark. Some people just won't be told.

You had reminded me of my own strength, of how much I had left in me with which to fight.

No single man keeps color-coordinated scatter cushions on his bed." "Neil

Do you know what a quadriplegic is?" I faltered. "When…you're stuck in a wheelchair?" "I suppose that's one way of putting it. There are varying degrees, but in this case we are talking about complete loss of use of the legs, and very limited use of the hands and arms. Would that bother you?

Clark, I've never seen anyone more uncomfortable with a human body than you. You act like it's something radioactive.

I took my place on the bench and we sat in companionable silence for a while.

carriage. "I know this—nobody gets everything. And we immigrants know this more than anyone. You always have one foot in two places. You can never be truly happy because, from the moment you leave, you are two selves, and wherever you are one half of you is always calling to the other. This is our price, Louisa. This is the cost of who we are.

And then he kissed me. He did it so casually that I almost didn't register what he was doing. He leaned forward and kissed me on the lips, like it was something he'd done a million times before, like it was the natural end to all our lunch dates.

for giving me such a clear window into these very specific worlds.

Be safe, and may God watch over you as he did us this night.

Trage deine Ringelstrumpfhosen mit Stolz. Führe ein unerschrockenes Leben. Fordere dich heraus. Lebe einfach.

He stops before a perfect little painting in which she has pictured her spine as a cracked column. There is something about the grief in her eyes that won't let him look away. That is suffering, he thinks. He thinks about how long he's been moping about Sandrine, and it makes him feel embarrassed, self-indulgent. Theirs, he suspects, was not an epic love story like Diego and Frida's.

But we're terribly proud of you, you know.' 'For what?' she says, blowing her nose. 'I failed, Dad. Most people think I shouldn't have even tried.' Her father pulls her to him. He smells of red wine and a part of her life that seems a million years ago. 'Just for carrying on, really. Sometimes, my darling girl, that's heroic in itself.

Certi errori... hanno semplicemente conseguenze maggiori rispetto ad altri. Ma non devi permettere che quella notte sia la cifra che ti definisce" (...) "Tu Clark, hai il potere di fare in modo che ciò non accada.

Alice had discovered how, for a woman at least, it was much easier to feel anger on behalf of someone you cared about, to access that cold burn, to want to make someone suffer if they had hurt someone you loved.

Sometimes, she told herself, life was a series of obstacles that just had to be negotiated, possibly through sheer act of will.

He had heard religious people talk about having revelatory experiences. Like there was one moment where everything became clear to them and all the crap and ephemera just floated away. It had always seemed pretty unlikely to him. But the Ed Nicholls had one such moment in a log cabin beside a stretch of water that might have been a lake, or might well have been a canal for all he could tell...And he realized in that moment that he had to make things right.

handsome husband, who adores you, and a wardrobe any woman

I thought about a man who moved silently and easily through life, confident that it would always work his way.

It was nobody's right to be happy, after all.

Imaš samo jedan život. Zapravo ti je dužnost proživjeti ga punim plu?ima.

I'm wondering whether any of you have reached a point where you can consider the prospect of life five years on. Where do you see yourself? What do you see yourself doing? Do you feel okay to imagine the future now?