Quotes from Jojo Moyes

esa tozuda negativa de la humanidad a intentar al menos obrar de un modo razonable.

How is it you have the right to destroy my life, I wanted to demand of him, but I am not allowed a say in yours?

women around here. Doesn't matter how smart you are, how clever, how self-reliant—you can always be bettered by a stupid man with a gun.

todos formamos parte de un ciclo superior, de un orden que solo Dios comprende. A

quieted into sniffs and hiccups, leaving her to shake

was once told by someone wise that writing is perilous as you cannot always guarantee your words will be read in the spirit in which they were written.

if you cannot change your situation, then you have no choice. You can only change how you think about it.

I don't want to have to feel the weight of my mother's carefully disguised disapproval, of my father's cheerful determination that it's all okay, everything is just fine, as if saying it enough times will actually make it okay.

you made us feel safe. And loved. I liked you being there every day when we came home.

The world is full of lasts,

neither enjoyed conflict within the home, and each held for the other such a healthy respect that they rarely allowed themselves an openly cross exchange, and knew each other's responses well enough after the best part of thirty years to usually avoid it.

I would have to fill those little white rectangles with a lifetime of things that could generate happiness, contentment, satisfaction, or pleasure. I would have to fill them with every good experience I could summon up for a man whose powerless arms and legs meant he could no longer make them happen by himself.

If someone likes you, they will stay with you; if they don't like you enough to stay with you, they aren't worth being with anyway.

Around me a million people are living, breathing, eating, arguing. A million lives completely divorced from mine. It is a strange sort of peace. The

The last time you pick up your child. The last time you hug a parent. The last time you cook dinner in a house full of the people you love.

minimalist clumps.

Of course we're not happy all the time. No couple is happy all the time, and if anyone tells you they are, she's bloody lying. But you know that.

After the emotional turbulence of the past week, it was good to be surrounded by a bit of normality.

identity card,

And with all these moments you don't know that this will be the last or you would be overwhelmed by the poignancy of them, hang on to them like someone unhinged, bury your face in them, never let them go.

She went kind of pink and laughed, the kind of laugh you do when you know you shouldn't be laughing. The kind of laugh that spoke of a conspiracy.

We were using FaceTime Audio, which I preferred to us looking at each other's faces as we talked—I got distracted by the way my nose seemed enormous, or what someone was doing behind me. I also didn't want her to see the size of the buttered muffins I was eating.

eyed the assembly. "C'mon. Let's not have another incident like the Orphans Fundraiser." There were apparently many pairs of shoes that suddenly required close attention. "Not a one? Really? Well . . . Izzy will be the first, then." A small, almost perfectly spherical girl, half hidden among the packed audience, raised her hands to her mouth.

His stomach, a packed elevator, began a slow descent toward his feet.