Quotes from Jojo Moyes

She said it was like fishing: you had to learn to be quiet and patient to reel in what you wanted.

E adesso in piedi, coraggio. Mettiti un filo di rossetto, un po' di fard su quelle guance smorte e datti una sistemata ai capelli. Hai una faccia da funerale.

And she deserved it, didn't she? She had told herself, desperately trying to rationalize the hurt she was about to cause. She was allowed another chance? Why should she have to give up on romantic love at the age of thirty-five?

She abhorred a conversational vacuum.

Era utile avere qualcosa da fare durante il giorno, svegliarsi sapendo di avere un compito da svolgere e sentirsi realizzati una volta portatolo a termine.

I don't know if it was just the joy of being surrounded by books, and quiet, but I felt like an equal here, inconspicuous, a brain, a keyboard, just another person searching for information.

Lo odio por hacerme sentir así. Por darme esperanzas y luego tirar todo por la borda.

Rich is paying every single bill on time without thinking about it. Rich is being able to have a holiday or get through Christmas without having to borrow against January or February. Actually, rich would be just not thinking about money all the bloody time.

This week's Moving On Circle is about guilt, survivor's guilt, guilt that we didn't do enough... It's often this that keeps us from moving forward.

Kind eyes under all the mascara.

Dite alla gente di vestirsi come i loro eroi.

But I'm not an automaton. I'm human and I have a life, and just for a short while I had responsibilities that meant I couldn't be the employee you—or I—would have liked.

I was partly flattered, but mostly grateful that this implied he wasn't offended by my earlier reticence.

I didn't like it when he looked at me like that. I could never escape the feeling that i was being compared to someone else.

você nunca esteve presente para ele de verdade. não em termos emocionais. você era apenas a ausência a quem ele tentava sempre impressionar.

Everything in it screamed money.

I had a near-death experience, but I can't say it gave me wisdom or gratitude for life or anything. I go to a grief-counselling group full of people who are as stuck as I am. But I haven't really done anything.

Kentucky, huh? Most beautiful place on earth, and the most brutal. Sometimes I think God wanted to show us all His ways at once.

I listened to her litany of frustration and tried not to think about the time.

words 'organized games' held the same appeal to me as the words 'compulsory smear test'.

café a la piel del hombre, tratando de decidir cuál era más oscuro. Su tono iba más allá de un Werther's Original. Más allá de una esposa de futbolista. Este era un moreno nivel televisión de horario diurno.

Now I sat on a moulded plastic chair, my mind numb, my gaze fixed on a wall, unable to tell how long I had been there. I couldn't think. I couldn't feel. I just existed: me, the plastic chair, the squeaky linoleum under my bloodied tennis shoes.

No sabía que la música era capaz de abrir puertas dentro de un o mismo, de transportarte a un lugar que ni el compositor habría previsto. Dejaba huellas en el aire alrededor de nosotros, como si arrastráramos su estela allá donde fuéramos.

I yelled across the noisy concourse. "That'll do!" But he didn't hear me.