Quotes from Jojo Moyes

Time seemed to have stretched and become meaningless anyway, its passage blurred by endless drinks and meandering conversations.

I don't think I had ever felt lonelier in my life.

Lo abracé con fuerza y no dije nada, sin dejar de decirle en silencio que era amado. Oh, pero cómo era amado.

It's just that the thing you never understand about being a mother, until you are one, is that it is not the grown man – the galumphing, unshaven, stinking, opinionated offspring – you see before you, with his parking tickets and unpolished shoes and complicated love life. You see all the people he has ever been all rolled up into one.

I had gazed at him, wondering if I really looked like the kind of person who held parties.

those few minutes, my mouth full of unfamiliar food, my eyes filled with strange sights, I existed only in the moment. I was fully present, my senses alive, my whole being open to receive the new experiences around me. I was in the only place in the world I could possibly be.

Czytam sobie o tych wszystkich kobietach - tych dzielnych kobietach, które tyle zmieni?y w ?wiecie, w tym, co ludzie my?l? i jak post?puj?. I patrz? na to, co ja zrobi?am i si? zastanawiam, no có?, czy ktokolwiek by zauwa?y?, gdyby mnie tu nie by?o.

what has happened to him—and to Andrea—has left her feeling like the earth can shift under your feet without a moment's notice so that nothing in the world, no happiness, feels secure.

And she deserved it, didn't she? She had told herself, desperately trying to rationalize the hurt she was about to cause.

When I finally spoke, my voice was a small, broken thing. What emerged was the only thing I could safely say. 'I missed you.

I am apparently not very good at looking after things.

with the music turned up loud so that I didn't have to be alone with my thoughts.

Perhaps Margery detected some of these mental gymnastics,

Sabes?, en realidad solo podemos ayudar a alguien que quiere ser ayudado -digo.

visits. Your parents plainly think you're a loser. You don't have the guts to walk out of even the

Won't take much to make this feel like home.

My aunt Lina will be waiting there with her apron open, ready to catch the head. She makes the best souse—that's from the tongue, ears and feet—this side of the Cumberland Gap. But my favorite part of the whole day, since I was small, is when Daddy tips all the innards into a tub and we get to choose the best bit to roast.

The city feels as alien as to me as it always has. But, then, everywhere does, these days.

I felt grateful for my parents. I felt an almost umbilical pull towards home, the comfort offered by a traditional family and Sunday lunch on the table.

When they told me in the hospital that Will would live, I walked outside into my garden and I raged. I raged at God, at nature, at whatever fate had brought our family to such depths. I was so furious, you see, that all around me were things that could move and bend and grow and reproduce, and my son - my vital, charismatic, beautiful boy - was just this thing. Immobile, wilted, bloodied, suffering. Their beauty seemed like an obscenity.

There is blood in my mouth, warm and tasting of iron.

I know we can do this. I know it's not how you would have chosen it, but I know I can make you happy. And all I can say is that you make me … you make me into someone I couldn't even imagine. You make me happy, even when you're awful. I would rather be with you – even the you that you seem to think is diminished – than with anyone else in the world.

We found ourselves surprisingly interested in each other's lives and opinions, as if we had suddenly realized each of us might have roles beyond the brainy one, the chaotic one, and the one who does all the housework.

Before you judge me, make sure you're perfect.