Quotes from Jojo Moyes

I thought I had never been filled with such an instant dislike for someone.

what we learn through sharing our memories and our sadness and our little victories with one another is that it's okay to feel sad. Or lost. Or angry. It's okay to feel a whole host of things that other people might not understand, and often for a long time. Everyone has his or her own journey. We don't judge.

I told myself there was no point in dwelling on something that was gone.

He had told her a few weeks ago that being this age was like walking among snipers, that people he cared about were being picked off and there was nothing you could do and no way of telling who was next.

I became a shadow, so much so that sometimes I felt almost evanescent—useful only in relation to someone else.

A whirl of thick flakes emerged from an irony-grey infinity, almost obscuring Granta House.

I thought about the fact that there seemed to be such a high cost to anything a woman chose to do with her life, unless she simply aimed low. But I knew that already, didn't I?

A whirlwind had entered the room and turned the whole thing upside down. Now it settled around Alice, tiny dust motes glittering as they fell.

I just let myself exist in the moment, the deep, deep pleasure of being there next to him, of feeling the weight of him beside me, the space he took up in the atmosphere.

Do you know how it feels to resign yourself to your fate? It is almost welcome. There was to be no more pain, no more fear, no more longing. It is the death of hope that comes as the greatest relief." The Girl You Left Behind

He had always been like that, our son—quite capable of doing the opposite of what was right, simply because he didn't want to be seen to be complying in some way. I don't know where it came from, this urge to subvert. Perhaps it was what made him such a brilliant negotiator. He

You know, Lily, perhaps some things just take longer than others. I think we'll get there, though.

Here's the thing about middle-class people. They pretend not to look, but they do. They were too polite to actually stare. Instead, they did this weird thing of catching sight of Will in their field of vision and then determinedly not looking at him. Until he'd gone past, at which point their gaze would flicker towards him, even while they remained in conversation with someone else. They wouldn't talk about him, though. Because that would be rude.

olhei para will e enxerguei o bebê que segurei no colo, chorosamente encantada, incapaz de acreditar que havia gerado um outro ser humano. vi a criança pequena, esticando a mão para mim, o menino em idade escolar chorando de raiva porque outra criança zombou dele. enxerguei as vulnerabilidades, o amor, a história. era isso que ele estava me pedindo para extinguir - a criança e, ao mesmo tempo, o homem - todo aquele amor, toda aquela história.

Fuck," she said, after a minute. "And I thought I liked to make my life complicated.

It was a warm summer evening and the rooftop asphalt radiated heat. Below us the sounds of the city spelled a lazy Sunday in slow-moving traffic, windows down, music blaring, youths hanging out on street corners, and the distant chargrilled smells of barbecues on other rooftops.

I could hear him thinking the million things he chose not to say.

I didn't want to hear about people I loved playing Happy Families without me while I was thousands of miles away.

But long-distance relationships rarely survive.' 'So we are in a relationship.' I started to protest and he smiled. 'I'm kidding. Some. Some don't survive. I'm guessing some do, though. I guess it depends how much both sides want to try.

So Lily's mouth would open and nothing would come out, then Louisa would start rattling on about meeting her grandmother or whether she had eaten something and she had realized she was on her own.

5 The thing about being catapulted into a whole new life—or at least, shoved up so hard against someone else's life that you might as well have your face pressed against their window—is that it forces you to rethink your idea of who you are. Or how you might seem to other people.

For people who lived so deep in nature, the inhabitants of Baileyville seemed oblivious to the idea of respecting it.

A bubble of giggles had started to build in my chest and I pleaded with some unseen deity to keep them under control.

Hold your soul open for my welcoming. Let the quiet of your spirit bathe me With its clear and rippled coolness, That, loose-limbed and weary, I find rest, Outstretched upon your peace, as on a bed of ivory.